what it’s like: to take a natural route with infertility. 

I absolutely treasure today’s What’s It Like story-teller today because she’s become one of my dearest friends, a true prayer-warrior, and an infertility soul sister. Caroline Harries is as real, authentic, and genuine as it gets and I am inspired by her faith and obedience to many difficult callings she’s had, one of them being to trust God to try for children naturally despite the odds. I am grateful we have had the chance to meet in person, pray together, and chat routinely as she’s an incredibly blessing to me and many others. Caroline, thank you for taking the time to share your story with us and encouraging us in it!

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Here’s what it’s like to take a natural route with infertility. 


Have you ever been to the doctor and received devastating news? That is what happened for my husband and I back in 2012. We were one year into our marriage and we were ready to expand our family. Due to prior medical history for both of us, we both got tested right away. And what we found out was devastating. My husband was diagnosed as medically sterile and the majority of my hormone levels came back abnormal. Through an MRI, a tumor was also found on my pituitary gland.

These tests revealed to us that it would be impossible to have children naturally. After being referred to a specialist, who confirmed that to be true, we never went back to the doctor. Instead, we pursued what we felt the Lord calling us to do, which was trust him and wait for him to perform a miracle.

Not only were we facing the impossible, but soon after receiving the devastating news, my husband moved to Georgia for work while I stayed back in Dallas, where we met, got married and still live to this day. I have always been into health and fitness, but while he was gone I spent a lot of time researching how to make our bodies healthier. When he moved back to Dallas 6 months later we pursued an even healthier lifestyle. We dove straight into acupuncture, specific eating plans, essential oils, etc. You name it, we tried it.

Fast forward to August of 2013, 1.5 years into our journey, when I had a dream I was pregnant. Immediately after waking up, I took a pregnancy test which came back negative and soon thereafter started by period. And that was my low point. I was broken and devastated and that is when God spoke to me and told me I had to surrender our journey over to him. Up to this point I was grasping at anything I could in front of me to try to heal us and make us pregnant. Vitamins. Food. Acupuncture. Google.

In that moment, I chose to give it over to God. We stopped tracking, charting, timing and begging. We stopped it all and that day changed the trajectory of our journey. No longer was I hurting. No longer was I living month to month. No longer was I trying to make myself pregnant. Because of this decision to allow him to write our story, our journey has been so full of peace, joy, hope and expectancy. In fact, I have felt pregnant with hope. And it’s a feeling that I know will outweigh any pregnancy in the natural.

So you might be wondering what our journey looks like now? What is it like for a couple who takes a natural route? Well, it’s been 6+ years since that day in 2012 when doctors told us a natural pregnancy would never happen and 5 years since that moment that we decided to surrender our journey over to the Lord. Nothing has changed in the natural realm and our situation recently became much more complicated 2 months ago when my husband received a cancer diagnosis. Although we are facing great impossibilities and have faced much pushback from family members, friends and strangers for the route we are taking, we are still choosing to daily surrender it over to God and follow his prompting to forego trying to make our baby happen.

Despite that the odds are stacked against us, each day that passes, our expectancy grows as we believe for our miracles. Daily we saturate our hearts and minds with the truth of God’s Word, which says that by his stripes we were healed (Isaiah 53:5). Jesus paid for our healing at the cross and it’s his desire for us to be fruitful and multiply. We know and believe that nothing is impossible for him and when we become pregnant, God will get all the glory. It’s been so freeing to rest in his finished work and not have to strive to earn a baby.

We are very aware that our journey looks different than many couples who go through infertility. We don’t know why he gives some couples the green light on adoption or medical assistance and some couples like us, he sends down a more natural route. Each route looks so different and I believe that each route faces challenges of its own. We aren’t so concerned about what path we fall on or what our story looks like, because we know it will be beautiful as we allow him to write it, instead of us trying to write it ourselves. We always want to be obedient to the path the Lord has and we don’t know what tomorrow will hold, but we know with him in control it will be beautiful and more amazing than we ever could have asked or imagined.

No matter what your journey is, what impossible circumstance you are facing or what trial you currently find yourself in, I hope you choose to surrender your journey over to him. I have no doubt that when you do, his grace will be sufficient. His love will be reckless. His joy will be overwhelming. Pursuing him, more than what you desire, will leave you expectant! It will leave you full! It will leave you knowing that whatever route you are in, when God is writing your story, it will bring him the glory and at the end of the day, that is what matters most!


Caroline HarriesCaroline Harries has a heart for those who are waiting on breakthrough from the Lord. Her unwavering faith is evident as she believes for her own miracle of children. She delights in encouraging women through her internationally followed blog and book, In Due Time, as well as her ministry to those desiring to become mothers, Moms in the Making. Caroline loves traveling the world with her husband and stays active by competing in triathlons. She holds a degree in finance and marketing from Baylor University in Texas, where she and her husband live. {Let’s Connect} Facebook •Instagram • Bloglovin • Pinterest • Google + • Twitter


PS – Don’t miss a thing with this series! Follow along on Facebook and Instagram to catch each of the upcoming stories! I absolutely LOVE connecting with each of you! 

PPS – If you’re ever looking for a devotional on living life while in a waiting season, check out the devotional I co-authored called In the Wait’!

PPPS – Check out the other contributions from this series, including What It’s Like: to experience multiple IVF cyclesraise a child with special needsuse an egg donorbe a DIY-er and home style blogger , be a NICU nurse,  Live fully in singleness while still hoping for marriagesuffer with endometriosis. experience depressionstart a company, have a micro preemie,  lose a parent, be childless not by choice, have a spouse with a chronic illness, fund raise for fertility treatments,and have a traumatic birthing experience. Stay tuned for many other amazing topics to come every Tuesday and Friday here!


 

 

may crushes.

3C591E3A-122E-4845-AFC3-D613C0BD5A66Woohooo! Warmer days are here, the sun is shining, and we are SO grateful to be able to get some fresh air. We are finally baby-stepping into life outside of our bubble as things are getting a little easier for us to manage … play parks, story time, play dates. I am grateful for May.

Lets dive into some of my favorite things for this month!

  1. Cambridge Notebooks: It’s not a surprise that I love paper. Notebooks, stationary, tablets … if it’s lined and made from trees, I am swooning. I have notebook hopped for years, but for the last several years, have used my Cambridge Notebooks as my go-to. I use them for notes at church and conferences, for journaling my quiet time, for work. The cover is super thick and stable and you can write on it easily without it flopping around. Great wiring, perfect thick pages that don’t easily bleed. It’s just the best.
  2. Shipt: I’m sure you have heard of Shipt by now, and if not, it will totally change your life! It’s an app where you can order groceries and everyday essentials, (we use it through Target), and have them delivered right to your door. I go online, shop through all of Targets shelves, and then a local shopper claims my order, does all my shopping, and then brings it to my house next-hour. A few things I LOVE about it: 1) I can add notes, so I can order an avocado and then tell my shopper to pick out a ripe one I can use for dinner, or a semi-ripe one I can use in a few days; 2) they text when they get to the store and ask if there’s anything I forgot to add to my cart that they can grab for me (there usually is!), and 3) the price of the food is same as if I were going to Target myself. There is an annual membership but with it comes free shopping + delivery for orders over $35, so its well worth it. This has been a lifesaver when I need to grab something for dinner but the kids are napping, or its pouring and I don’t want to load them up and run them out. You do have the option to tip your shopper so it adds a slight increase than if you did it yourself, but if you’re anything like me, you save money because you aren’t impulse buying ALL THE THINGS. Plus I’m saving gas money to get there … so its well worth it! You can use this referral link of mine and get a free $10 and if you want to give it a try, you can do a free 2 week trials! 
  3. “Have it All” by Jason Mraz: Jason came out with a new song last month and it’s such a fun, poppy, catchy, cheery, summer song. It makes me smile and gets stuck in my head and I find myself singing it often.

4. Skip Hop Grab and Go Stroller Organizer: We love our stroller organizer and especially now with walks happening regularly, it’s crucial to have a place to throw a drink, my phone, a wallet, my keys … I love how easy this one goes on and how practical it is, with two zippered areas too. Yes please.

5. Proverbs 31 Emailed Daily Devotionals: I share snippets of these daily devotions from Proverbs 31 often on Instagram, but I am so thankful for them. Every morning I wake up to a short but meaty daily devotional geared towards women with scripture and Biblical truths in my inbox. You can read it in bed before you get up, or in the bathroom, or in the pick up line at school. It blesses me regularly. You can subscribe to them too in the link above!

And now, here’s the kiddos top three favorite things this month!

  1. Little Tikes Crazy Coupes: Logan got this one for his birthday and Kirsten got this one and they have been a HUGE hit. They are perfect for this season, as there is a floor board that clips in place and a handle for parents and we can easily push them along while they get some fresh air. We love them! (They are sold out nearly everywhere right now … Amazon prime for the win!)IMG_9937
  2. Dog by Matthew Van Fleet: We LOVE this author because his books are SO interactive. There are tons of things to touch, feel, move, and open on each page and right now, the kids love this one because one of the dogs has a sticky tongue. We so adore our book time and this one is routinely dragged over to me.
  3. Turtle Bath Toys: I don’t know why these toys are as popular as they are with Kirsten and Logan, but they love them in and out of the bath. Seriously, when one of them is crying, we wind one up and slide it over and they instantly stop crying as they watch the turtle flip and flop around. In the tub, they love trying to catch them as they swim around. Bonus for parents, one winding lasts a while. :)
  4. Nuby Popsicles Molds for toddlers: We fill ours with breastmilk, but you could easily do smoothies, purees, fresh fruit, juices … the skies the limit! The hands are SUPER toddler friendly and our kids LOVE them for teething and warm days!IMG_9943img_9940.jpg

What are some of your favorite things this month? Share below or email me, I’d love to hear!

Have a great day!

XO!

Chelsea



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what it’s like to have a traumatic birthing experience.

My friend Natalie, ahhh, where do I even begin? This girl is my inspiration. She is immensely talented and lives out Jesus in her every breath. She is raw, real, and I feel completely in awe of her strength. If you have followed her on Instagram, or her blog, you know what I mean. I am absolutely delighted to introduce you to her today in my What’s It Like series. Natalie shares with us what it’s like to have a traumatic birthing experience and walks us through her grieving process. After you fall in love with her writing, run to Amazon and grab her book, it’s incredible.

Additionally, before we even get started today, Natalie just shared a few days ago that she recently suffered a miscarriage over the weekend and I am asking you to take a short second to say a prayer for her and her family as they grieve the loss of this little one. 

Here’s Natalie’s story.


I don’t talk about my birth story.

Sure, I wrote an entire book about loss and included an extremely vulnerable and detailed account of our birth experience, but if I’m sitting across from you at a dinner party and you’re talking about your birth experience, I won’t share mine. And if I do, I remove any emotion from it, numbing myself out of self-preservation and protection, and share it in about two short sentences:

Oh, yeah, my birth. It was a bit traumatic and ended in an urgent cesarean. So…how old is your child and what’s she like to do?

I learned quickly after the birth of our second and only biological son that talking about our birth experience wasn’t safe for my heart. At least not with just anyone, or even some of my closest friends. I save these conversations to be shared with my counselor.

Almost two years ago, our second son joined us when our first son was just four and a half months old. No, this isn’t a story about a micro-preemie, it’s simply our story and one filled with both sorrow and joy, loss and gain, two sons—one by adoption and one from my body.

The guilt that comes from loving one of my son’s birth story and feeling immense loss towards the other’s is colossal. But it is what it is, and no matter how many times I replay the experience in my head, I cannot seem to change its outcome.

BIRTH ANTICIPATION

Before I was a mom, I was a doula and birth photographer. I love birth and I loved serving women and families during these intimate and powerful experiences. I assisted births in homes, hospitals, and birthing centers.

I knew a home birth was risky for me—due to blood clotting disorders I have—but I also knew with the right team, it wasn’t impossible or stupid to try. I had witnessed and served countless home births. Each time a baby emerged from his or her mama’s body, landed on her bare chest, relief and joy overwhelmed the room as a wave of calm washed over each of us. I couldn’t help but tear up, wondering if I would get to experience the gift birthing a child at home.

Due to these same blood clotting disorders and endometriosis, it understandably took over two years to conceive and successfully carry a baby in my womb. The anticipation and simultaneous hands-open posture I carried through my pregnancy regarding our birth outcome were monumental to me.

Nervous about birth? Not at all. I was thrilled to experience laboring and delivering a human being. I hoped for a home birth but knew we may transfer. Pregnancy and birth were the main forces behind my desire to have a biological child. As we approached the end of our nine months together, I knew this boy might be our only biological child, so his birth was something I cherished before it began.

THE BIRTH

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When in labor, I felt strong. Mighty. Beautiful in the pained-gory type of way. My contractions began as double-peak contractions, kicking me right in the uterus, not letting me rest much at all or warm up to the intensity. They were just bam bam bam.

After more than a full day—and night—of consistent, long contractions, we were sure I was approaching transition and the team was ready for the arrival of our sweet boy. We joked about my midwife having a fourth 50+ hour labor, which she said she already had her three for the year.

Three days after labor began, I found myself in the hospital, laying under the bright lights and wearing a bright blue cap. The last thing I was clinging to in regards to my birth was the magical meeting moment. I released every other expectation and hope regarding my birth and was proud of how hard I fought. I was proud of myself, my strength, my birth team, and our womb-boy.

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But then…what felt like the last sliver of hope I was holding onto regarding our birth experience, and what I was sure there was no way I would lose grasp of it, was ripped out of my hands too.

My body failed me yet again, metabolizing not one, but two different numbing drugs used for cesareans. My lights went out as they placed the plastic mask over my mouth and kicked my husband out of the room, shouting, “Get her under, baby’s heartbeat is dropping!”

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POST-EXTRACTION

Not only did I wake up in the fog general-anesthesia gives you, but also to nurses pushing on my freshly stitched womb of seven layers, performing protocol: ensuring my blood doesn’t clot. Every fifteen minutes. For hours.

The physical and emotional trauma of my birth was not something I was a drop prepared for. I learned from our miscarriage that people say dumb things in the face of loss. I learned during our adoption journey people are ignorant and sometimes don’t care to learn what not to say.

THE CONVERSATIONS — WHY I STOPPED SHARING

I didn’t want anyone to know about our birth story, not yet.

I laid in my hospital bed letting the tears silently soak the pillows as I prepared myself for people’s responses. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of a cesarean, no, I had accepted the cesarean and was absolutely proud of how hard I fought.

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It was the immense loss I felt regarding all of the hopes and expectations I had regarding birth. I felt I held them loosely, and at the last minute, I only wanted to be awake to meet my son with that overwhelming sigh of relief and joy.

Fragile both physically and emotionally, I prepared my response to everyone’s impending questions about our birth: “Oh, it was pretty traumatic and I’m not really talking about it with anyone.”

Even when I did my best to politely shut down the conversation, I was still met with jagged responses:

“Well, at least he is alive and healthy!”

Yes, he is alive and he is healthy. He was not hurt during our labor and extraction, and for that I am immensely grateful. But can I not just sit in my sorrow, give my sadness space, while simultaneously breathe gratitude about my son’s existence?

I did not forget the fact he is alive—I have one in heaven, and have not forgotten that. You don’t need to remind me to be grateful my son is alive.

“Oh, well if you had a cesarean, it doesn’t make you less of a mom.”

Thank you for letting me know! Did you know that the son in my arms right now, I didn’t even birth? I know, I know, crazy. Birth of any kind is not what makes me a mother, being a mother makes me a mother. I don’t feel like less of a mom because I had a cesarean.

It’s just your body’s way of saying you cannot vaginally birth a baby.

Again, you don’t even know what I am grieving the loss of. When you share this sentiment in the thick of my tragedy, it absolutely discredits and removes my sense of validation regarding my sadness. My body didn’t work right, it didn’t turn my son’s head and then it didn’t accept the correct drugs, but I already know that. You reminding me this doesn’t make it better.

You can always have another baby and try birth again!

You don’t actually know this. I don’t actually know this. I don’t even know if I want to attempt a VBAC after that experience, and end up with the same experience of pain. Plus, even if I did somehow conceive and deliver and have a beautiful home birth, that does not mean the trauma and loss of my other son’s birth disappears.

DON’T WORRY, I DON’T HATE YOU

If you said these to me, I don’t hate you. I knew in those moments how uncomfortable entering someone else’s invisible loss is. Before I experienced such birth trauma, I didn’t fully understand what it meant or how it was worth grieving, even as a doula.

I have learned a lot about birth trauma and birth loss—even when the baby lives—since our birth experience. I have had the privilege of sharing on podcasts and helping others find healing from their own traumas.

The biggest lessons I have learned is to give ourselves permission to grieve loss other than death and to be okay with not being okay. In order to find healing, which takes time, we must sit in the pain and the difficult and the devastation.

I still don’t talk much about our birth experience and the trauma stemming from that story. But if an opportunity to listen to someone else’s birth trauma presents itself, I do it with care and validation. I now know how to listen well.

WHAT IT’S LIKE

To have experienced a traumatic birth is, well, a bummer. It’s one of those things I have found peace in not being 100% okay with its entirety; in those spaces of grieving the losses of what I had hoped for, I find grace to just be. I find Jesus sitting with me in the sadness, and I find Him inching closer offering comfort.

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Read my full birth story in This Undeserved Life: Uncovering The Gifts of Grief and Fullness of Life OR on my blog here.


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Natalie Brenner is a wife, mom to virtual twins as well as two daughters through foster care, and photographer living in Portland, Oregon. She is the author of #1 new release, This Undeserved Life. She likes her wine red, ice cream served by the pint, and conversations vulnerable. Like you, Natalie is a fierce believer in the impossible and hopes to create safe spaces for every fractured soul. She’s addicted to honesty. You can love Jesus or not, go to church or not: she’d love to have coffee with you. Natalie is a bookworm, a speaker, and a lover of fall. Connect with her at NatalieBrennerWrites.com and join her grace-filled email community. 

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You can connect with Natalie on Instagram @nataliekbrenner, Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest. 


PS – Don’t miss a thing with this series! Follow along on Facebook and Instagram to catch each of the upcoming stories! I absolutely LOVE connecting with each of you! 

PPS – If you’re ever looking for a devotional on living life while in a waiting season, check out the devotional I co-authored called In the Wait’!

PPPS – Check out the other contributions from this series, including What It’s Like: to experience multiple IVF cyclesraise a child with special needsuse an egg donorbe a DIY-er and home style blogger , be a NICU nurse,  Live fully in singleness while still hoping for marriagesuffer with endometriosis. experience depressionstart a company, have a micro preemie,  lose a parent, be childless not by choice, have a spouse with a chronic illness, and fund raise for fertility treatments. Stay tuned for many other amazing topics to come every Tuesday and Friday here!

what its like: to fund raise for fertility treatments.

Today’s What It’s Like feature shares the real life look at what it takes for many people to attempt to start their family. I was introduced to Shannon a handful of weeks ago and have been so inspired by her strength and persistence in helping others find the funds to try for their family. I urge you to read her story and heart below, and also check out Nine 16 Designs as a wonderful way to give back to the infertility community.

(Pssst, we are even running a giveaway over on Instagram today – Friday, so hop on over and enter to win a gift certificate to Nine 16 Designs!)

Without further ado, here’s what it’s like to fund raise for fertility treatments!


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Those are not the prices for a new car, or a down payment on a house, or even a super fancy vacation.

Those are the costs of infertility.

That is what some people have to pay just to try to have a baby.

Right now, there are only 15 states in the U.S. that require by law, for insurance companies to cover the cost of fertility treatments.  That means that for those that aren’t lucky enough to live in one of those states, all that cash will  most likely be coming out of pocket. I don’t know about you, but I sure as heck don’t have $20k in my piggy bank. Couples and individuals who are faced with the diagnosis of infertility are doing whatever is humanly possible to pay for their treatments, their medications, the procedures, doctors fees, and every little thing in between.

How?! Well, credit card companies love the infertile, that’s for sure. Mortgage companies too, because sure, let’s just take a second mortgage out on our house to pay for this. Have anything that’s super meaningful to you, but worth a lot of money? Might as well sell it, because you have to pay for your medications.

These are the lengths that some couples go through to have a family. The worst and absolute punch to the throat about all of this…you aren’t even guaranteed a child in the end of it all. Then what? You’re out of money, exhausted, and are literally back at square one. You just have like $30,000 in debt to pay off somehow.

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My husband and I personally know the financial struggle of fertility treatments, as we were diagnosed with infertility in the Spring of 2017. We are one of the lucky ones to have coverage for most of our treatments, medications and procedures. However, we still get bills for what isn’t covered, and let me tell you, regardless of the amount, it still puts stress on us.

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When I started Nine 16 Designs, all I wanted to do was have something to distract me from the stress of IVF, but I soon fell in love with what I was doing, and as we grew, I realized I wanted to do something that could not only make an impact, but also help out as many people as possible. I had gotten to know so many couples or individuals going through fertility treatments, mostly through social media. I had heard so many of their stories, and unfortunately even more of their struggles.

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It was then that I decided to launch Project 1:8.

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Project 1:8 was started with the goal of spreading awareness about the struggle of infertility. Every few weeks, we pick a couple or individual and share their story across social media. After two weeks, we donate a portion of our profits to the couple to help them offset the medical costs that come with this heartbreaking diagnosis. We also accept direct donations, which go right to the current couple.

Why 1:8? One in Eight people are diagnosed with infertility. Which means, most likely you know quite a few people who have been handed this card. I have spent a lot of time reaching out to so many different people, asking them to help us spread the word, share their story with us, and if possible, post pics of our stuff on their profiles. We have done several collaborations with well known Instagram accounts (the larger the following, the more people the word gets out to!) We host giveaways, guest write on blogs, and just do anything that will get the word out about our business, and what it is we are working so hard to do.  We’ve reached out to the local news, newspapers, businesses, radio stations and more. None of them have responded, but I have faith that we will get through to them eventually. (I’m EXTREMELY persistent)!

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We have only been doing these campaigns for a few months, but we’ve been able to raise around $3,000 for our applicants! We are always taking submissions, and we won’t ever turn you away! It is our hope to work with everybody who has applied. Although we may not be a super popular business, or have the ability to donate thousands to people who so desperately need it, we know that every little bit counts when you are trying to pay for your treatment and medications.

As we grow, it is our hope that we will reach so many more people; we don’t want anybody to ever feel alone in this process.


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Shannon and her husband Matt own and run Nine 16 Designs. They make a point to come up with designs and styles that women and couples in the TTC (trying to conceive) community can relate to, and we want to do as much as we can to help out, and spread awareness. She lives in Oxford, Michigan, loves the Detroit Lions, country music, brewery hopping and her husband! Check out her shop here and follow her on Instagram at @nine16designs.


PS – Don’t miss a thing with this series! Follow along on Facebook and Instagram to catch each of the upcoming stories! I absolutely LOVE connecting with each of you! 

PPS – If you’re ever looking for a devotional on living life while in a waiting season, check out the devotional I co-authored called In the Wait’!

PPPS – Check out the other contributions from this series, including What It’s Like: to experience multiple IVF cyclesraise a child with special needsuse an egg donorbe a DIY-er and home style blogger , be a NICU nurse,  Live fully in singleness while still hoping for marriagesuffer with endometriosis. experience depressionstart a company, have a micro preemie,  lose a parent, be childless not by choice, have a spouse with a chronic illness, and live overseas. Stay tuned for many other amazing topics to come every Tuesday and Friday here!

when mother’s day hurts.

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Last Year Laurel Box invited me to join some of the most amazing women in the world in writing a series on motherhood, called Motherhood: Rewritten. In the series, they featured every topic from child loss, mom loss, infertility, miscarriage, step moms, adoptive moms, foster moms, and birth moms. It was absolutely STUNNING and I had the best intentions to share both the project and my piece here, except I was in the hospital with two preemie babies and blogging was the last thing on my mind!

And I love how God works because I know this year delay isn’t without intention. Someone is going to be incredibly blessed by these stories this year.

The creators of Motherhood: Rewritten shares this about the project:

“The idea for Motherhood: Rewritten came during a family reunion last year. Between our mothers and grandmother, we were raised by amazing women. But when we sat together and looked in the eyes of our matriarchs, we realized something. Not one of us has a simple Mother’s Day story. Our stories are filled with loss, and foster children, and infertility, and mothering pre-made kiddos. From our 85-year-old grandmother to our own generation, our stories aren’t simple.

So in 2017 decided to create a yearly project to celebrate women living second stories. To create a tribute to all of us rewriting our stories. To  carve out a place for all of us who don’t let Hallmark define Mother’s Day. To encourage the brave and powerful women who continue on, even when it feels like our stories are the only ones marked by difference. To support any woman who feels excluded on Mother’s Day. Whether you have lost a child, lost a mother, mother children from outside your own womb, or mother hope for a child, your story is important.” -Laurel Box

You can click here to assess all the chapters for the stories. Amazing women like Angie Smith, Sara Haggarty and Jenna Kutcher make up these voices and I am just honored to be asked to be a part of this community and add to my words into such a powerful group of women.

If you are walking into Mother’s Day today with the burden of infertility on your shoulders, I pray my article from last year blesses you and reminds you that you’re not alone. I also pray it encourages you in some way. You aren’t forgotten and today I honor the mother you wish you were. You can click here to read my contribution. 

To every woman out there who feels broken or less than, you are not. You are worthy, you are loved, you are special, and I hope the sweet of this holiday one day outweighs the bitter.

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what its like: to live overseas.

I am so honored to introduce you to my friend Katie today, who is writing the What Its Like feature today! Katie and I have known each other for years, having been in small groups together, and spent time getting to support one another in all the rollercoasters of life. She is genuine, quirky, and kind. I will never forget the day I walked into my office at work to find a pastry sitting on my desk with a little note from her. She was in the area and just swung by a surprise while I was in a meeting. For real though, so sweet! Plus we have had so many laughs together over the years … I mean, look at our amazingly sweet 80’s attire we rocked nearly a decade ago, haha! (Sorry to pull this up Katie!)

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I remember the day she shared that she was moving from Minnesota to South Korea and am so excited that she was willing to share her story with us today. Enjoy reading what it’s like to live overseas! 


Moving across the world with my husband and 16 month old daughter was the absolute hardest thing I have ever subjected myself to. On the flip side, it was also the most rewarding thing I have ever done. It’s very hard to articulate my experience in words, because so much of what I felt was internal; spiritual. It’s easy to see what things look like from the outside on social media sites. “Hey look! Sean and Katie are vacationing in Thailand! Now in the Philippines! Now Vietnam!” But in reality there were so many things internally wearing in my heart and mind that I found it even difficult to be in those incredible places. But take a step back for a second, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me take you back to the beginning.

It really all started with just one word: Radical. My husband was chaperoning a youth retreat for our church when he was introduced to the book written by David Platt. That little book rocked his world and caused both of us to think out of our comfort zone and to really pray about what the Lord would have us do with the next season of our lives. It took us about five months of praying and seeking the Lord before we really knew what God had in store for us. During this time, there were many difficult decisions that were made, loosening of control, uncomfortable situations trudged through, and learning to trust the Lord in the process.

When South Korea found us, our hearts had been prepared for the next step and we were ready to walk. We didn’t know what God wanted us to do, but we had been prepared to say ‘yes.’ Anticipation began to fuel us. We were very excited for this next season of our lives. We sold our home and a majority of our belongings, packed our bags, picked up our 16 month old and headed to an unknown world. To really describe our feelings, I would say we were excited, nervous, hopeful, trusting, and ready.

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However, from the first day we arrived until about the last, it felt like an uphill battle every day. The moment we were dropped off at our 24 story apartment, which would become our home for the next two years, fear, dread, anxiousness, and intense loneliness flooded my body and spirit like a tidal wave. I remember sitting in our unfurnished apartment holding my screaming baby, rocking back and forth, and crying, as the gravity of how my life had changed hit me. It was probably one of the only times in my life I have ever felt the weight of that much fear and sadness. We were literally on the other side of the world. We didn’t know how to speak Korean. We had no idea where the closest grocery store was. We had nothing but the 10 boxes we brought from America. We were hungry, tired and alone. Abandoned.

Now I could tell you of all the beautiful trips we took while living overseas, but I think what really matters is the heart of my experience. The reason why I think this is more important than telling you about the Facebook worthy experiences are because when you can experience somebody’s struggles it brings about empathy, love, and compassion. I no longer see things the same way I did before I left America. I can honestly say I know what it feels like to be alone and a foreigner. Let’s not be so quick to judge people who are moving from other countries and living in the US. Just because somebody moves from one country to another doesn’t make them want to abandon their culture to conform to the one they are currently living in. Our culture is a part of what makes us unique.

So many of my experiences in Korea were challenging. I found my job challenging, child care was difficult, daily activities were troublesome, grocery shopping was work, cooking was not always fun, church was hard, community was rare, and communicating was nearly impossible. I constantly suffered from loneliness. Even though things were hard, I never doubted that we were called to go. There was so much peace and so many open doors at the beginning that it could’ve been defined as miraculous that we even went in the first place. I have learned that sometimes, when we are called by God we may not know the reasons why. It took me a while to come to terms with not knowing actually why we went to Korea. What was God’s bigger plan? What was His bigger purpose?

You truly find what you are made of when all else is stripped away. During my time in Korea, I really began to seek the Lord. I have always considered myself a Christian. I grew up in a Christian home, and gave my life to the Lord at a young age, but I can see now that I was an immature Christian. I found myself being tested. I was reminded of Moses’ journey. Pulled away from a life of comfort, to become a vagabond, a foreigner in a far away land, only to be lead further into hardship when he became lost in the wilderness. “Remember, how the Lord your God led you all the way in the wilderness […] to humble and test you in order to know what was in your heart. He humbled you, causing you to hunger and feeding you [and to] teach you that man does not live by bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord.” (Deut. 8:2-4) During my time overseas, I learned to trust the Lord daily. To wait on the Lord. To eat what the Lord had provided.

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I have some very fond memories of my overseas experience. Though, I will not quickly forget the struggles. Sometimes when we are stretched we may not know why it is happening but we can have faith that it will produce a good harvest when the time comes. I grew closer to my husband during my time in Korea. I also, began my journey of reading the Bible the whole way through. We were able to become financially stable. I had my second child in Korea. I had the opportunity to be the hands and feet of Jesus. We traveled to 10 different countries. I experienced many different cultures and people groups. I learned to live a different way. I learned to value things differently. I learned to see people as Jesus sees them. You see, it doesn’t matter who you are or where you live. We are all searching for community, love, and a feeling of belonging.

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Yes, moving to South Korea was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. And, yes, moving to South Korea was the most incredible thing I’ve ever done. Do I regret going? Most definitely not. If you are feeling called out of a comfort zone, go. There are no guarantees that life will be perfect; that we won’t have struggles. But we are guaranteed that if we are obedient to God’s leading we can be sure that the plan is good even if it’s not always easy. Trust that the one who is perfect in all things will bring bring you through.  

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Katie is an encourager who enjoys cultivating community and connecting with women. She is a wife and mother to two small children. Katie enjoys DIY projects, home remodeling, decorating and gardening. She enjoys returning to a simpler way of life and enjoys helping women identify their worth in Christ. You can find her at her blog Love Create a Home


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PPS – If you’re ever looking for a devotional on living life while in a waiting season, check out the devotional I co-authored called In the Wait’!

PPPS – Check out the other contributions from this series, including What It’s Like: to experience multiple IVF cyclesraise a child with special needsuse an egg donorbe a DIY-er and home style blogger , be a NICU nurse,  Live fully in singleness while still hoping for marriagesuffer with endometriosis. experience depressionstart a company, have a micro preemie,  lose a parent, be childless not by choice, and have a spouse with a chronic illness. Stay tuned for many other amazing topics to come every Tuesday and Friday here!

1st birthday.

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You’re one.

We blinked.

You came out screaming, crying, displaying your tiny four pound bodies to the world. With a scalpelled cut and a pull, a million prayers were answered.

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Kirsten and Logan, you arrived.

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Month one: What day is it? Who am I? Is it time to eat? Who needs a diaper changing? I need to pump. Why is this so tiring? I am utterly grateful for how content you two are and also, utterly thrown into a tailspin after our NICU discharge. We have to bathe you all by ourselves now? But you’re so tiny. I am a mom. I am a mom? Which way is up?

Month two: What is happening? Is this what reflux is? Why are you crying? Another late night feeding. Why does Josh like to talk so much at 2 am? It’s time to pump, again. Bottles washing. Why do Dr. Brown bottles leak like this? I am a mom. I waited so long for this. Why am I so tired? Am I crying? My face is wet. Who are these little humans I love so much? Let’s just cuddle all day.

Month three: We are doing this! Tiny smiles are emerging. Sleep is coming more regularly. We are falling into a pattern, a rhythm. It takes me an hour (or two) to get out the door, but we manage to leave the house. Once. And then I realize it was way too much work for the effort. We like staying home anyways. Pizza for dinner again.

Month four: You begin sleeping in your cribs and we reclaim our bedroom. I miss your tiny sleepy moans. I cry, again. You are growing up so fast. I marvel at how well you sleep and how much I miss you now that you are a bedroom away. You are the cutest and funniest things I have ever seen. I am beginning to understand my new role. I am your mom. My heart is disoriented that I am living my dream.

Month five: You begin to start a village of junk under your neck rolls. We bathe you in the kitchen sink and while it’s an exhausting production, we love bath nights. You are both so content and we revel at the chance to slather you with lotion and kiss every inch of your tiny growing bodies. Leaving the house is more doable. I feel like a superhero at Target. You made your tv debut and the whole world got to know what miracles you are.

Month six: Thanksgiving and so much to be thankful for. You two are the light of our lives. You made your first trip to BSF. Kirsten, you also got your first cold. I am flourishing in the joy and rhythm of motherhood with utter exhaustion and complete fullness. The cold is setting in outside and we hunker back down into our home, happy to be playing with our toys and reading our books.

Month seven: Christmas reminds me of the siblings you have in heaven. Our hearts are healed as we hold you two. You are working on learning to sit up by yourselves. You tip over a lot. We love to kiss you. I order everything I can online for the holidays and we burst with joy as we send out Christmas cards with YOUR faces on them. We are a family of four, five including our Cali puppy. How much things have changed.

Month eight: Our days are filled with laughter. Your giggles are the most beautiful thing our ears have heard and we will forever act like morons to get you to laugh. You love spa time with mommy, having your tiny limbs massaged with lotion and kisses showered on your neck. You’re losing your full baby cheeks and getting longer, growing so fast. Slow down time.

Month nine: How have I been pumping this long? I have a love/hate relationship with being an exclusive pumper. I finally have a routine down, able to cut back on the amount of times I pump during the day, especially thankful I no longer need to do it while you two are awake. You are starting to truly enjoy people food. Olives. Waffles. Green beans. Gramma’s spaghetti. Kirsten, you are a neat and meticulous eater. Logan, you are happiest when your fists are both clutching the maximum amount of food they can hold. You complete us.

Month ten: You become international travelers and show us how well you are at adapting to new places. You are far more flexible than we give you credit for. You are introduced to the water, the ocean, the pool. Logan, you love it all. Kirsten, you are more cautious. We love watching your personalities blossom.

Month eleven: We clap. We blow kisses. We crawl everywhere, fast and quickly. Pulling yourselves up, you want to walk so badly yet aren’t quite ready to let go. Noises make you both laugh. Books make you both slow down. Mommy spends her first 48 hours away from you and her heart shatters. Being without you both is like being naked at a concert. I feel like my limbs are missing and my arms ache to hold you again. Not surprisingly, you survive and enjoy the time with family. You two are independent yet will always need your momma.

Month twelve: I question it all. How did we get here? Where did time go? The days are short but the years are oh so fast. You two are little people. You have your own God-given quirks and talents, personalities and interests. I marvel at the creation God has given us in you two. We daily say to one another “Can you believe we have two babies? A boy and a girl?! Our Kirsten and Logan?!”. We pinch ourselves. Our hearts are fuller than we could have ever imagined. We have made it a full year on breast milk and my exclusively pumping journey can end. (Don’t get too sad little ones, Momma has been saving up thousands of ounces in the deep freezer for the months to come.) You are becoming less interested in bottles though, and more interested in people food.

This first year has been unlike anything I have experienced before. Infertility gave me a perspective into parenthood that I always hope to cherish. The early days seem like a year ago, and like yesterday at the same time. Just yesterday we sat in your nursery at 2:00 am, hunched over your boppy loungers, tickling your feet to try to wake you, rejoicing over the 40 mL’s you ate, cheering for your burp as if you hit a grand slam. It took us 7 months to stop tracking every diaper change, every feeding, every pumping session. I whisper the words over you each night that my mom whispered over me – God bless you, watch over you, and keep you safe throughout the night, Amen.

The early challenges were disorienting – trying to figure out what this cry meant and what reflux medicine was working best. These days, the challenges seem less decapitating. No, you can’t pull out that lamp plug. No, you can’t shove a Ritz in your mouth whole. No, you have to sit still while I change your diaper so you don’t get poop …. well, everywhere, okay you rolled. Awesome.

We sing songs. We patty cake. We roll in our cart throughout Costco and I treat you like you are on a parade float. I HAVE TWO BABIES! I want to shout it out every single time. My pride in being your mom is crippling. I am so humbled to be chosen by God to love you. We crawl throughout the house, investigating everything, and I try to reach Cali’s water dish before you. We treat Vitamin D drops like candy and snot sucking time like a spa trip. You two are a hoot.

Kirsten and Logan, you two are our dreams come true. You are our miracles. You are our answered prayers. You are the reason we get up in the morning with such joy. God has given us you, after so much time wondering if this day would ever come. And now you turn ONE. And we marvel and reveal at what we overcame this first year as new parents, new twin parents nonetheless.

Always remember how special you are to Jesus and us. You were chosen for our family and it’s not a mistake that you are here with us. We love you to the moon and back our sweet bumbles. Thank you for being the breath in our lungs and the melody in our souls.

Kirsten’s Life Verse is Romans 15:13 May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Honey Bear, we chose this for you because we always want you to remember that God is the God of hope, joy, and peace and it all is rooted on your trust in Him. We pray that you will grow to love Jesus and put your trust in Him and in doing so, receive the Holy Spirit and understand what its like to love Him with your whole heart. Your middle name is JOY and we know that the only source of true joy on this earth is Jesus and our relationship with Him. We pray that you always radiate His hope, joy, and peace to others you encounter while living your life.

Logan’s Life Verse is Philippians 4:13 “For I can do everything through Christ, who gives me strength.” Buddy, we chose this for you because we already see God created you to be a vibrant, active, energetic, little boy, full of adventure and determination. We want you to always remember that your strength in life will never come from what you can do. Your strength comes through Jesus. Nothing in life you may ever accomplish is because of your own doing. He makes you capable and able to find joy, peace, patience, humility, love, gentleness, self control, purity and more, solely based on His strength alone. We pray that you always remember who created, sustains, and loves you and that it shows in how you live your life.

Happy first birthday my loves.

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