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6 months old!

On Thursday, Savannah turned 6 months old! She happened to have her appointment that same day-so here is her latest stats:

Weight 17 pounds 9 ounces (which is in the 70%)

Height 26 inches long (55%)

So no, she did not get the message that she is a preemie. The doctor said that developmentally she is caught up with her real age. Typically with preemies, they don’t expect that for a year or two. Of course we are VERY proud! She loves her entertainer (and mommy loves the time she gets from it!), and is even jumping in it. She is reaching for things, transferring toys from hand to hand, and absolutely enthralled with the world around her. The days of taking naps on-the-go are coming to an end, because if there is something to see, she is not going to miss it! About a week ago she started rice cereal-and is starting to like it. Although, a couple of weeks ago, she weaned herself off bottles and pacifiers. This may seem like a good thing, except now mommy only gets a 3 hour break, maximum! She is not easily amused, but her family works very hard to get a smile. We eventually get smiles and laughs, but we definitely have to use new material frequently. All that to say, she is an absolute joy!

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Savannah’s first Christmas morning

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Falling asleep at the dinner table

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First taste of rice cereal
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She loves her Daddy!

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Her friend James over to play
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Sweetly sleeping on the couch

(Don’t you just LOVE those cheeks?)

Savannah & Kuuuylee

Savannah & Kuuuylee

Savannah

Isn’t she cute!

Savannah

Isn’t she cute!

this week

So after the crazy move to our new house, and then several great days with Kyle’s family, Savannah was exhausted. The first 2 days of this week she slept practically all day and all night. Then on Wednesday she woke up and decided she had an opinion. Now she lets us know when she wants to sit up or when she’s tired of a certain position or gets bored with a toy. In some ways it is so fun to see her more interactive with the world, and in some ways it is sad to see her grow and change so fast.

She really hates tummy time, but her mommy insists she tries at least several times a day. On Wednesday I put her down, and then went to get the vacuum out and actually get something done (since she decided that day to share her opinion quite often, I didn’t get much done!) Anyway, I literally got the vacuum out, plugged it in, started it, and then glanced her way and there she was–on her back! Go baby! Of course I squealed with delight, got the video camera out, and called her daddy. I was able to get the second time on video, but after that she had was done.

She has become increasingly fascinated with her hands, and loves to explore them with her mouth. She has become a bit disinterested with the pacifier, and is showing a preference to her fingers, sometimes one and sometimes a whole hand.

Several weeks ago I bought her a toy bar that straps on her carrier. It has been entertaining for her, but then my mom decided to scoot it down closer to her, and within minutes she began hitting the little toys making them spin and twirl. Now it is truly a fun toy!

She just got back from her third road trip (and she’s only 5 months old!) My sister graduated from graduate school and is officially a counselor! GO SISSY! We are so proud of her. Since her high school graduation, it is tradition for our family to scream as loud as possible when they call her name even if we have been instructed to do otherwise. This graduation was going to be no different. Although there was one thing that we didn’t consider-Savannah. They called my sister’s name, the family roared, and then Savannah screamed in terror. Poor thing, she was truly frightened. I grabbed her from arms down the aisle, and raced outside the auditorium. With big tears rolling down her chubby cheeks and cries I have yet to hear from my sweet baby, she was quickly consoled once she realized that she was in safe arms. If I would have suspected she would have responded that way then I would have taken her out, but my sister’s last name starts with an ’s’, and she found everyone else’s screams and fog horns entertaining. I guess having everyone she knew and loved scream was just too much for her to handle. I felt so bad, but I was glad that she was quickly consoled.

It started snowing today in Johnson City, so she also got to see her first snow! Hopefully it won’t be her last this year!

Miracle in waiting….November group writing project

I’m grateful for my daughter because she is God’s promise to me fulfilled. Ever since I can remember, I dreamed of being a mom. I never thought that I wouldn’t have children, until I wanted one, and I quickly found out that wanting and actually having were two different things.

Wanting a child and not being able to have one has been the most difficult struggle of my life thus far. It was a process that the Lord took me through to test my faith and trust in Him. I prayed and prayed, but I hate to say that after a while, I stopped praying for a baby. I started to feel like my prayers were too much like a whiny child…asking her Father again, and again, and not understanding the ‘why’ or the ‘when’. God knew what I wanted. He didn’t need me to remind Him. I believed He promised me a child, but I wasn’t sure of how. I adapted Hebrews 11:11 as my promise, “By faith, I have received strength to conceive seed, although the doctors have said my womb is old, because I judge God to be faithful to His promise.

In the process of it all, I conceived twice, and lost two babies. Some call it miscarriage, but I never related to that term. Life was conceived inside of me, and then died. I lost my babies. I named them, wrote about them, dreamed of them, and wondered why I would never get to hold them. My heart ached to the point of physical pain.

Then our miracle…

It was our last fertility treatment. We had already begun the adoption process. Looking back, I see that we approached the treatment somewhat half-hearted. I don’t think either of us thought that it would actually work. I wish I could say that I thought I was already seeing my little miracle, the morning I saw those beautiful 2 pink lines. Don’t get me wrong, I was hopeful, but I was also guarded. We had gone down this road twice before, I needed to get down the road a little further before I could get too excited. The weeks passed by, and with each new ultrasound my heart grew more hopeful that this truly was our miracle.

My hope and excitement grew with my belly. Slowly but surely, I knew this was our miracle in the making. I was in love, with pregnancy, with this life growing inside of me, and with the coming reality of becoming a mom.

As the doctor pulled her out of my womb, all I could say is “our miracle is here, our miracle is here.” Looking into her face for the first time, was as if I were looking into the face of God. All my doubts and fears that seemed to haunt me, I had faced them, and in that moment I was looking at the pure love and grace of God.

I am grateful that God has entrusted such precious life into my care. I’m grateful to Savannah for making me a mom. I’m grateful for Savannah because she is my promise fulfilled, my constant reminder of God’s grace and faithfulness.

November Group Writing Project, if you would like to participate check out Mamablogga

11 weeks

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So you may be wondering what Savannah has been up to? She loves to sleep, but not for very long. She is still on a 3 hour flexible routine. Somehow at night she isn’t so flexible. It’s amazing how her tummy knows it’s been 3 hours. Although last night, she slept for 4 1/2 hours! YAY! I think I actually slept long enough to have a dream. She is starting to have a lot more awake time now. Her favorite activity when awake is definitely her baby Einstein playmat. She has been nursing 100% now for a few weeks, and I’m done with pumping, (which is an even bigger YAY!) So now our feeding routine is short and sweet-and no longer lasts an hour. For a while there, I was waking up every 3 hours-nursing, then pumping, and then bottle feeding, and don’t forget change her diaper, and wash the bottles etc. to be ready for the next round. By the time all that was done, an hour had passed easily, which basically gave me 2 hours to sleep before we did it again. I was really thankful for Nick-at-night’s Cosby show marathon. I love the show, and it was a way to keep me a little more alert. She and I are definitely enjoying running errands and just getting out. Today she got to hang out with her daddy at work, while I got to get a much needed haircut and color. Then we went to Target, Costco, and Joann’s-some of my favorite stores! I think I’m figuring out this whole posting picture thing, so I’ll try to post more in the future.

more pics

I’ve updated our flickr page with some more current pics of our girl.

papa of faith

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Labor Day weekend, Savannah went to church for the first time. I struggled knowing if it was the right time to take her or not. One of the doctors in the hospital said it was the worst place for her, since people would be familiar enough with her to want to touch her and get close. Kyle and I talked about it though and felt it was time, little did I know how timely it was.

A year ago during worship one Sunday, my dad felt the Lord lead him to make a bold statement of faith. 30 years ago he dedicated his daughter (me) to the Lord, and one day during worship he felt he needed to do it again as he had so many times previously. Then the Lord asked him to dedicate his grandchild in faith. He went to our pastor and asked to do it in front of the church. On labor day, my dad got up in front of the church and shared our story of infertility, and then he then prayed a prayer of dedication for his grandchild believing that he/she would be coming. It was a beautiful prayer, and I don’t think there was a dry eye in the place. Our pastor then used it as an opportunity to pray over anybody who was going through infertility.

One year later, labor day weekend, Savannah’s first visit to church, we went as a family. My dad shared with the church that his granddaughter was here and he wanted to give God the glory.

Throughout this journey of infertility, there were many times of doubt and even confusion, but my dad’s faith was unwavering. He always had such a strong peace and confidence that not only would I be a mom, but that I would get pregnant and bring a child into this world. Daddy, thank you for being a rock of faith in my life.

A year ago he stood up as a papa of faith, and this year he stood up as papa of Savannah Grace.