While we were in Florida...

We had a wonderful, magical time visiting my family in Florida. Maddie loved being with her Gigi and Poppy and especially aunt Vicky and uncle Matt!

She loved the ocean and the pool... I think she is quite the Florida girl, see, she loves Florida oranges! :)

Maddie learned how to fly!

She lover her daddy!

and Poppy's beak tastes good!

I love her in a bathing suit! check out those rolls! :)

We are sad to be home and back to reality! Can't wait to visit you again Gigi and Poppy! We love you!

I am just a stay at home mom, and I love it!

Our little family at the wedding

This weekend we went to a wedding in Houston for Mike’s best friend. It was quite the adventure traveling 4 hours in a car with a 10.5 month old! But, she was a trooper and the wedding a beautiful! I came home from the trip still pondering some of the conversations I had with several well meaning party guests: “You don’t work?” “You are just a stay at home mom?” “Can’t you work like 3 days as a nurse?” While I welcome those questions, it was so shocking to me that it seemed like I was not the norm.

I loved being a nurse. I made a tangible difference in someone’s life every day I was at work…I helped them recover from open heart surgery, I took away their pain, I comforted their fears, I helped them get used to the new heart or lungs so lovingly gifted to them so they could start a new life, sometimes I helped hold them on this earth as they teetered between life and death, and sometimes I helped them pass into eternity gracefully. Who wouldn’t love that? Nursing was also my mission field. I had so many awesome spiritual conversations with patients, I prayed with them when they asked, I was at times the hands and feet of Christ.

I was very fickle in my decision to stay at home… those who know me well, know that I changed my mind every second! Eventually, I chose the more difficult of the two options for me. It was painful leaving my job, my significance, my calling since I was a child, a source of income that added some “security.” Don’t get me wrong, I think working moms are amazing, they hold two jobs, they are superheroes! But, if I am honest, sometimes I would love to escape to work. It would be easier to let someone else raise my child for 8 hours during the day! There are days when I would rather take bratty doctors, adult blowouts, and 12 hours on my feet than be at home. That’s just my fleshly honesty.

I LOVE staying at home with MK, but it has been a journey to get here. I had to start telling myself that what I did was important. I had to realize that being called to be a mom is just (maybe even more) as important as being a nurse or any other job I could have. Motherhood is my mission field and I am embracing it with all that I have! It was so empowering for me to come to that realization. I now see every day as a opportunity to love on MK and Mike, not of my own power, because in my core I am selfish and prideful, but with Christ’s power in me! Isaiah 40:10 “He tends his flock like a shepherd, he carries them in his arms and gathers them close to his heart. He gently leads those with young.”

If you are a stay at home mom, you’re not just a “stay at home mom,” you are a: cook, maid, chauffeur, party and event planner, secretary, nurse, teacher, youth pastor, personal shopper, trash man, accountant, sales man (trying to get kids to eat green veggies is a sales pitch!), and most importantly a wife and mom. You don’t get a pay check, a bonus, raise or PTO. But, you do get the satisfaction of feeding, clothing, cleaning up for and loving on your family every day and hopefully one day, leading your little ones to know the Lord. There is no greater accomplishment then that!

If you know any moms whether they go to work or stay at home, go give them a high five, a hug, an encouraging word, or a helping hand! They don’t get told enough what an important job they do for the next generation.

Maddie's word lessons for today...

Today, we are learning words for our trip to Flordia... and by learning words, I mean that I have an excuse to draw a silly picture and label it, hoping that it is benefiting my daughter in some way! (I know a 10 month old can't learn how to spell!!)

Her favorite was "Poppy on a surfboard"... she laughed when I drew and said this one, probably because she thinks the way I say "Poppy" is really funny, or just because she thinks her Poppy is silly!

We can't wait to see you all in 9 days!

What we've been up to...

Maddie and I have had some fun Mommy & Maddie time lately...

We've been swimming up a storm at our friend's neighborhood pool. Maddie is a fish, she LOVES to swim! Can't wait to spend a week in Florida with her in a few weeks. We are going to be brown little pool babes by the end of the summer... don't worry, we don't plan on burning, just a healthy glow!

There is a running joke with the girls in our playgroup that we end up unitentionally dressing our girls in similar clothes in the morning to us just because that's what we picked out to wear... Maddie and I matched one day, and I loved it! Don't worry though, I am not going to be one of those moms!

Maddie and I celebrated her wonderful daddy and my amazing hubs last sunday on Fathers day. She loves her daddy and he is so sweet with her. I knew Mike would be a fabulous dad to MK before she was born, but he has gone way beyond my expectations. MK is such a lucky girl!

Lastly, and the most time consuming thing, I've been busy planning for MK's 1 year birthday party... yes peeps, she will be a year old in less than 8 weeks!!! We are gone for almost half of July, so I needed to get a head start on all of the birthday stuff. Can you guess the theme from her invites?

Why a "Very Hungry Caterpillar" birthday theme? 1. She loves books 2. She loves Eric Carle Books and 3. This girl loves to eat!

It has been so emotional planning for her birthday. It is so hard to believe that she is only 8 weeks away from being one, it seems like last week I was 8 weeks pregnant, two days ago that I was 8 weeks away from my due date, and yesterday that she was 8 weeks old! Does time ever slow down? I wish I could freeze time just for 1 day... but I can't so I've got to make the most out of every day! I can't get enough kisses, cuddles, giggles and tickles with my gooby girl! Gosh I adore her!

The last big thing in our lives is our new bible study. We are doing Beth Moore's study on the Tabernacle called "A Womans Heart" and it is awesome! We are two weeks in and the Lord is revealing so much of himself to me already. He is breaking me open and showing me where I am a self-relient control freak... it's not fun, but I know that He is working in me and I am SO thankful that He never stops pursuing and refining me!

Until next time!
KT and MK

Natural Family Planning

"You knit me together in my mothers womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful"-Psalm:139 13-14

When I studied birth control in nursing school, NFP was a joke. In fact, my professor told us about it in joke “What do you call people who use NFP for birth control? Parents!” Before September 2008, I thought NFP was irresponsible and definitely not ever an option for Mike and I. So, two months before our marriage I went to Dr. C and got on the pill. I can remember how excited I was to be starting the pill. It was like a huge milestone in my life, and also meant that it was only a few months away before I could have sex (Mike and I were both virgins when we got married, something we both value and want to instill in MK.). Fast forward three months and I was 1 month into marriage and feeling gross. The pill made me bloated, nauseated and moody (Once I was off the pill Mike said to me “I am so glad to have you back Katy”… yikes! I didn’t know I was that bad!). I had contemplated calling Dr. C to get on something else, but I was so busy with nursing school that I didn’t. Then, one day I lost my pills. They were the last pack in my initial prescription and I couldn’t find them ANYWHERE! After panicking mildly and running to the store for a box of condoms (come on guys, we were newlyweds, it wasn’t like we were going to be abstinent till we figured this thing out!) I picked up my phone and texted my new friend Sallie. She had some crazy experiences on the pill and had just decided to start NFP. She told me about a book she got at Half Price Books and I rush out to get it. I think I read the entire book that night and was hooked. It was empowering to know that with practice and getting to know my body, I could tell when I was ovulating and thus prevent pregnancy (or achieve it eventually!).

It is amazing how God designed our bodies to produce children…all of the hormones that have to be working in sink, how our temperatures go up after ovulation to provide a warm environment for a potential fertilized egg, how our cervical secretions are designed to change during ovulation to be the perfect medium for sperm, how the progesterone secreted from the corpus luteum in our luteal phase (post-ovulation) prevent menstruation for 12-16 days (depending on your cycle, but most likely doesn’t vary for a reproductively health individual) just the right amount of time for a fertilized egg to travel down from the fallopian tubes and into the uterus to implant in the lining of the uterus … it is just amazing!

After a few months of charting, I realized that I am pretty much like clock work… I have a 28 day cycle and I ovulate on day 14… so by knowing that an egg can live for 24-48 hours and sperm can live up to 5 days, I know that Mike and I have to be extra careful from day 10 to 17. And guess what, it worked! Mike and I successfully practiced NFP for a year and a half, and then when we thought the time was right, successfully got pregnant the first time we tried. I can attribute our first time success majorly to the Lord, but also a little bit to the knowledge that NFP has given me. We are still using NFP and I was so shocked that after 10 months of pregnancy and 7 months of breastfeeding, my cycle has returned just as regular as ever!

It wasn’t until I was pregnant that I really got informed about how the Pill and other chemical forms of birth control work. My dear friend Sallie did a whole bunch of research on exactly how the pill works and told us about it one day. I did my own research also, looking specifically from a medical perspective (I would be happy to share my findings and some of Sallie’s research with you if you would like). I won’t go into a whole lot of details here, but I would highly encourage you to do your due diligence before you start on any birth control regimen. For me, the Pill/patch/ring/IUD conflicts with my views on life beginning at conception. I do not judge anyone for using any of those forms of birth control, just urging you to do some research and see if those forms fit into your value/moral system, especially if you are a Christ follower!

If you want to start using NFP here is what you will need:

-A copy of “Taking Charge of your Fertility” by Toni Weschler ( I found mine at HPB for less than 10 dollars)

-A thermometer

-A chart (the book gives you one, but you can also find them online if you search for NFP charting)

-Patience and discipline the first couple months to chart

-A willing husband who will be abstinent for your fertile week, or ok with using a barrier method during that time to prevent pregnancy.

NFP is not for everyone. You have to be disciplined to taking your temperature every day when you wake up (I don’t do that anymore since I am so regular). You also have to be ok with the possibility of an “opps!” All forms of birth control have some risk to them… I know SEVERAL people who have gotten pregnant while on the pill! You simply have to trust in the Lord, give the control up to Him! But, I will guarantee you that if you try NFP you will feel so in tune with your body, so empowered, so amazed at the body that the Lord created you to have!

Happy Charting!

The Plan

How did we get here? Engagement pictures July 2008

Plans... They are essential to living a functional life with direction, but they can also be suffocating. When do our dreams turn into set in stone plans? I had a dream about how my life would go- I knew I would find my hubs in college, get married soon after and want to start a family early. But, if you would have asked me senior year of high school that college was UGA and the boy was someone not named Mike! Boy did the Lord change my plans, but I am so glad he did! I love reading my journal from senior year in high school and throughout freshman year of college because I can see the whole picture. I can connect the dots from teenage love to heartache to “get me the heck out of GA” to “Ok, I guess I’ll go to Baylor” to meeting the love of my life the first weekend in Waco… and you know the rest! Through all of that I rested in the perfect plan that the Lord had for me. It was something I could not see in the moment, but 6 years later (wow, I can’t believe its been 6 years!!) it is a beautiful picture, something I could never have orchestrated on my own. I am so thankful that I can rest in the peace of knowing that no matter my best efforts at planning, I have a savior who is guiding me. He knows what is best for me. In Jeremiah 29:11 God speaks to his people and he says “I have plans to prosper you, not to harm you.” That’s straight from his mouth guys… do you trust Him?

Even though I know that peace that comes from resting in the Lord, I still find myself making plans. Not that all planning is bad, we need direction in our lives! But planning without seeking the Lord is foolish. For example, two weeks ago I thought I was pregnant. Mike and I do natural family planning and for 1.5 years b.m (before Maddie) and almost a year a.m it’s been working wonderfully for us. I’ll do another post on how/why Mike and I made that decision 2 months into marriage and how it has changed out lives! Anywho, I was a couple days out from starting my period and I was so nauseated… for three days, felt exactly like morning sickness. I was exhausted, irritable and sick. I threw a temper-tantrum 2 year old style. I didn’t want to be pregnant, I was thinking about how hard it was going to be with an 18 month old and a newborn, I wanted to travel at thanksgiving and Christmas… “Me, me, me… it’s all about ME!” I didn’t want to take a test, I figured that ignorance was bliss! Mike loved me through it. I really just think he didn’t want to deal with my irrationality… wise hubs! Ironically, that Friday Mike had won tickets to a benefit concert for a pregnancy center here in DFW and we took our good friends the Widemans. God wanted me there; He knew what He was doing when Mike won those tickets on the radio! There were videos that played about girls who were considering abortions (just FYI, that wasn’t in the slightest a consideration for me!) and one of the captions during it said “You may not plan for a baby, but God does.” OUCH! Right there I was humbled, humiliated by my terrible attitude. Children are gifts from the Lord, blessing from Him… they are not unplanned inconveniences! Since then I’ve been reading in Jeremiah (jointhejourney.com) and have been hit with this nugget every day for the past two weeks: “We are to be obedient to the Lord, even if it’s not in our plan!” I am not pregnant, but that experience chipped away at my hard, stubborn, selfish heart.

“Trust in the Lord with all you heart. Do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.”- Proverbs 3:5-6… can you believe I memorized this one back in February… and I still struggle!

I hope you can find peace in Him today! He has a PERFECT plan for your life... Give it up… It’s so much better when you’re not in control! Take it from a recovering plan-a-holic.

8/16/10-The day I feel in love with a gooby girl!

Two of my good friends here in Dallas had babies in the last week (one of them had her second, a little boy today!). What is it about seeing other people you are close to having babies that just pulls at your heart strings and brings back all of the emotions of the day you gave birth? I almost found myself envious of that moment when you finally hold your little one after 10 months of waiting, praying, wishing and wondering! I loved that moment. I loved giving birth. I want to do it again!

I have never written Maddie’s birth story down… so I thought it would be a good idea since I have just been replaying it over and over in my head these last few days. So here it goes!

My pregnancy with Maddie was very textbook, much like she is! I was unusually tired a few days before my missed period, I was terribly nauseated from week 6 to 11ish, I finally felt like “myself” in the second trimester, I craved strange food that I never ate before I was preggo (Tuna fish, sunchips, diet lemonade from chick-fil-a), she moved at 15 weeks, measured exactly for her due date the whole pregnancy, I had crazy creepy dreams throughout my pregnancy, I peed every 3 hours at night in the last trimester, I was swollen, huge and exhausted at the end… and like most first pregnancies, my due date came and went with no Maddie! Maddie was due on August 11th 2010 and boy did I wish she would come then! My twin sister and her husband were driving through Dallas for two days from the 9th to the 11th on their way to start their new lives in Cali… Vicky had school on Monday and both she and I wanted her to be there to see her niece enter the world. We had our 40 week appointment with Dr. Crochett at 3pm on the 11th. My mom, twin, little sister, brother-in-law and Mike all squeezed in the sonogram room to take a peek at MK. Maddie passed the Biophysical Profile Scan with flying colors (rats, we were hoping that maybe she was feeling a little lazy and not moving very much so we could get induced that night!). Dr. Crochett stripped my membranes during my exam (was 3cm and 50%) and said “If she doesn’t come tonight, I’ll see ya on Monday morning at 6am in L&D!” That afternoon we went on a 3 mile walk and ate Chuys (Mexican food!) to try to encourage MK to come out. I did start having contractions that night around 10pm, 5 minutes apart and lasting for a minute… but I was exhausted, so decided to try to sleep and they went away. I always wonder if we would have walked around for a little or gone to the hospital if she would have come that night.

That weekend we went to Waco to move Lissa into her new apartment for her senior year at Baylor, cleaned our house and re-packed our bags (they had been packed since 32 weeks…silly me!). Sunday night we went to Watermark’s 5:30 service and had our “last meal” at Texas Land & Cattle with my parents and Caroline. We had no idea how much our lives were going to change that next morning! Surprisingly I slept amazingly that night (keep in mind, amazing for a 40week and 5 day preggo is only getting up 2 times to pee!).

*Looking lovely at 5am on Aug 16th- did I mention that was Mike and I's 2 year anniversary?*

We got up at 4:30am on Monday the 16th. I was determined to get to the hospital by 5:30 because, being a nurse, I knew that if we showed up at 6 we wouldn’t get the show on the road. From 6-7 is when nurses usually start slowing down… come on, you’ve worked a 12 hour shift, there is an end in sight and you give us a new patient at 6am!!! Obviously the docs who schedule inductions have never asked the nurses opinions! We got checked in, filled out a TON of paperwork, got the final weigh in (gained 42lb…eek, thank you breastfeeding for taking that off plus a little more!) and got settled in our room on the fetal monitors. It was so strange for me to be a patient at the hospital I worked at… it grossed me out that I might be sitting on the same pad (cleaned obviously) that my patient with nasty diarrhea used last week…that’s just the nurse in me I guess! Our nurse was Tiffany, she was an adorable petite blonde from Texas Tech who was so sweet and supportive.

My IV was started at 7:30 (didn’t hurt thanks to them numbing my hand before hand! Why don’t they do that everytime?) and pitocin was going at 7:35. I was 4cm and 75% when pitocin started and just having occasional Braxton Hicks. Boy did that change, almost immediately I was having period like cramps every 5 minutes. At first, they were tolerable, but as soon as I was crying through them I knew it was time for the epidural. The anesthesiologist at BUMC was amazing. I asked for my epidural at 10 and literally within 10 minutes he was in my room setting up. The epidural was in and working in 15 minutes with very little pain. At 11 Dr. Crochett came in and checked me, I was only 5cm and 80% so she broke my water, clear fluid which was great news! She also informed me that she was glad I got my epidural when I did because if my contractions were hurting me before my water broke, I would be in a world of hurt afterwards! From 12 to 3 I napped, listened to music and talked to Mike, Caroline, Mom and Dad. I loved them just being in the room, keeping me company! I loved relaxing, letting my body (and the pitocin!) do the work and not feeling ANY pain…. My epidural was so good I couldn’t feel my feet, or move them… but I was totally fine with that! The peace and good feelings changed at 4, I suddenly felt like I was going to throw up. The nurse came in and checked me- I was at an 8 and in the transition period of labor, nausea and vomiting is very common in this stage. I got some nausea meds and got really nervous, transition phase is usually really fast… this was happening! At 4:30 I was feeling a lot of pressure (another good thing about an epidural, you still feel the urge to push!) and when the nurse checked me again, I was complete! It was time to tell Mom, Dad and Caroline to leave, it was time for Mike to get the camera ready, it was time to assume the position- I was about to push this baby out! I pushed for a little less than an hour before Dr. Crochett came in. Pushing was easy for me, I felt like I was making progress with each push and Tiffany even said I was a “pretty pusher!” When Dr. Crochett came in she told Mike to get his camera ready and she also said “You can always delete pictures, but can never take them again.” Boy did my husband take that literally… he took pictures of EVERYTHING! And do I mean everything, but I am so thankful that he did. I don’t think anyone will ever see those pics but the two of us, but they are a reminder of where Maddie came from and what my body can do! They are empowering! It just took a couple of pushes with Dr. C until Maddie made her entranc e to the Need to Breath CD that Mike had picked as our “pushing” music! She was born at 5:23pm. She cried immediately, was put right on my chest and Mike cut her cord. She was perfect, she was beautiful, she was my baby girl! I cried tears of joy. After Mike and I got to cuddle with her, Maddie’s nurse took her to the warmer to get her checked out, weighed, footprinted and injected with Vitamin K. Everyone was shocked that she was 8lb 13 oz (both Mike and I knew she was going to be big since Mike was 11lb at birth!)… Dr.C even said that day that she didn’t think MK was more that 7 ½ lb! While Maddie and Mike were bonding by the warmer, I was getting repaired (3rd degree lac) and I was also trying not to pass out, hyperventilate and throw up all at the same time. I was losing blood, and a lot of if. After lots of painful fundal massages, three shots of the “emergency medicine” and two bags of pitocin, I was still not slowing down. There were hushed voices mentioning “taking her back to the OR” “leave her epidural in just in case” and “let’s get some blood on hold in the blood bank.” I was freaked out, but trying to hold it together. Mike was a rock, he prayed out loud for me, Dr. C and the nurses. Finally, I was slowing down… my uterus was clamping down and cutting off those blood vessels that were once connected to Maddie’s placenta. Thank the Lord for his work in my body, or who knows what would have happened. Dr. Crochett was so calm and reassuring during the whole process. It was only a few weeks afterwards that my mom told me how worried Dr. C was about me and how critical she thought I was (she had talked to my mom in the hall after). I couldn’t sit up when my family and Mike’s family came in to see Maddie, I still felt like throwing up and passing out, and I certainly didn’t want to take any pictures (you can see how white I am!). My heart was racing to try to pump whatever blood I had left and my blood pressure was dropping. I stayed in L&D for 5 hours to make sure I was done bleeding… and thankfully I was! I almost lost my cookies all over Maddie when they were wheeling us to the post-partum floor. I turns out that my hematocrit (which is normally around 30 in a healthy female) dropped to 17 during the next two days and I had to have a blood transfusion. I was freaking out. Getting blood means that you are sick in my book- they don’t even routinely give blood to heart surgery patients unless they are really sick! But the blood literally gave me life again… I could get out of bed without getting a massive headache and I finally had enough energy to enjoy my daughter and all of our visitors. I am so thankful for whoever donated those two units of A positive blood! We went home after two and a half days in the hospital and the rest is history!

Now, I have 9 month old daughter who is the (second) love of my life. She is the cutest baby I know (and I am biased!). She is such a joy. She makes me smile and laugh like no one else. I love, adore, cherish her and I would give my life for her in a second. I wish I could relive the day I met her everyday because that was the best day of my life (second only to my wedding day and the day I gave my life to Christ).
I love you Gooby girl!