Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Sleep for baby. Big lesson for Mom.

Sleep. One of the many hot topics as PK and I delve into this world of parenting. Do we put the baby on a schedule? No schedule? Feed him to sleep? Let him cry? All's I know is our kid needs sleep and he's not getting any. Call it the four month sleep regression then mix it with a little teething, and it's a recipe for some sleepless nights and days where naps last about 15 minutes. (Sometimes I say 20 minutes to make myself feel better. Haha!) There are SO many opinions about this. And theories. And I've just been praying and asking God to help me know what is best for Eddy. To help me know my boy better and to give me wisdom in how to go about this thing. I'm clueless and all the things out there make me not want to read anything because it's so overwhelming! Waaaaah!

All to say, we've had a rough go at it, but it's getting better. We indeed started Eddy on a more structured schedule, our sweet new neighbor let me borrow a Rock-n-Play which is a Godsend, and I stopped feeding him to sleep in the day. And as I type this, he's been asleep for 41 minutes which is a world record as of late. All I can say is...

As I've been shushing and soothing and rocking and singing while Eddy fights sleep with all his might, I get the picture in my mind of God doing the same with me. Not with sleep, but with my heart. And my will. And my mind that thinks I know better than He does. And when I fight it, oh the sweet things I miss out on. What He wants for me is to come to Him, to rest in Him, for my soul to be rejuvenated, for my mind to be restored. To believe His truth and live it out, not from my own strength but from His.  What a sweet picture it is of God relentlessly loving me and holding my heart and not letting go. As He fights for me, He knows what is best. He calls me to climb up in His lap and just be.

I am oddly thankful for the sleepless nights and tough days and for Eddy teaching me lessons at the ripe ol' age of four months old. Do I want them to continue? Meeeh, no. But they do remind me to trust. To let go. To know Him and be known by Him. And rest. 

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Making traditions: Eddy's first pumpkin patch.

This week our lil' family of three decided to venture out and take a trip to the pumpkin patch. The weather was amazing. The sun was shining. The blue sky was abundant with those fluffy white clouds. (Not sure what kind of clouds they were. Cumulus? I got a C in weather class.) We were on a mission: Hot apple cider. Pumpkin donuts. Pictures of Eddy in the pumpkin patch. #familyday 
I wore my flats that day. They took one for the team.

He kills me. 

We realized Eddy's bootie fell in the mud after we took all the pictures. Whoops! On another note, I could just eat those cheeks right up, I love kissing them so. 
My guys. 
Closed eyes. Full diaper. Can't win. Friday Night Lights anyone? …anyone?
We then attempted to place Eddy in the pumpkin patch for our long awaited photo shoot. He had none of it. #figures #lovehimanyway
Papa taking care of our little angry bird.

Stick a fork in me. I'm done. Holy cow I love this man.
So I've been gluten free/dairy free for a while, but these donuts are worth the splurge. So, so worth it. 

Family selfie.

We decided that even with the pumpkin patch meltdown, the day was a success! We are looking forward to many more years here at County Line Orchard as a Konicki family tradition. Bring on the donuts! Bring on the cider! And yes, even bring on the occasional breakdowns if it means makin' memories as a little family. 

Friday, September 5, 2014

Eddy's birth story.

Hooray hooray Edward John Konicki is in the world! 
And boy is it a sweeter world with him in it. Oh you guys, he is the best. His chubby little cheeks and his long frog legs. Every single thing about him makes me in awe of God, thankful that we get to call Eddy ours. 

Today I want to share with you his birth story. Every single minute of this story is so worth it. I mean, c'mon, look at that face. I just want to kiss it a hundred times over. And I do. And I love it. 

So it all started on August 21, 2014 at 1:30 in the morning. I got up to use the washroom for the hundredth time that night and my water broke. Finally!! We were going on the 6th day being past due, nothing was really comfortable anymore, and I was wondering if I would ever see my ankles again. I remember Victoria, our doula, saying that it will be really important to rest as much as I could when things started, so I went back to bed and just lay there. Praying, not really sleeping, but trying my best to rest my body. My water breaking wasn't some big gush you see in the movies. It was little by little. So, a couple hours after it broke I noticed there was his meconium (baby's first poop) in the water which is concerning which lead us to call the midwife which lead us to go the hospital. We were hoping to labor at home longer, but we wanted to make sure Eddy was a-ok. We then ate a good breakfast, I drank a whole thing of gatorade, and off we went. 

When we got to the hospital at 7am we checked in, found out that Eddy was doing awesome, but they wanted to keep him monitored so for the next 12 hours we walked and walked and rested and rested and that's when our midwife suggested we up the ante with the dreaded Pitocin. We spent time asking question after question, praying, talking to the nurses about it (I learned that one of my nurses had all three of her kids non medicated so we felt like we could trust what she was saying as she helped us process). We decided to do it. The meconium was still present and even though he was stable, he needed to get outta there. 

At about 9pm it started gettin' real. My body wasn't messing around and all hands were needed on deck during EVERY contraction. Victoria putting counter-pressure on my back and doing her doula thing, while PK was at my face praying with me, praying for me, and helping me to concentrate on my breathing and incredibly loud moaning. Side note: You guys, sounds came out of my mouth that I didn't know existed. Moans and growls that were not dainty nor quiet. During active labor I labored everywhere. In a bathtub for a couple hours, on the toilet, squatting, on my hands and knees on the bed, on my knees hugging the back of the bed, on my right side, on my left side. Upside down. Just kidding on that one. Wanted to make sure you were still paying attention. While we're distracted…
Then the time came to push. And push I did. FOR THREE HOURS. Lord have mercy. Worst pain ever, you ask? Why yes. And defining it by "worst pain ever" is an understatement. My contractions weren't close enough so I would push and he would then decide to stay back for a bit. So it was one step forward and two steps back for a LONG time. I was so exhausted. PK kept praying strength over me and it was by God's strength (and how he used everyone involved) that I got through this. So then our midwife got her gown on which indicated Eddy was coming soon. They then wheeled out a mirror and I never thought I'd be one of those people to watch the birth of my baby. But it was SO empowering. I remember the midwife saying at one point "Christine, wake up, (I fell dead asleep in the middle of pushing. Isn't that wild?!) lift up your head and look at your baby." I could see his head and that's all I needed to be able to push one last time and meet him. 

He was finally born! 8:07 am on August 22, 2014. 8 lbs 1oz. 21 in. long. They placed him on my chest  and I'd like to tell you I bawled my eyes out, but I was too tired. I prayed and I thanked God for this sweet boy. I remember telling God "he is YOURS Lord" and thanking Him that we get to be Eddy's parents. You guys, he was so cute right out of the womb. He was so alert and wide eyed and his cry was the best thing ever. There was so much going on after that. It was placenta time, so there was that, then all of a sudden I was feeding him thanks to Victoria. Thank God for her because I was so tired I couldn't do anything for myself. He latched like a boss and I am SO grateful for that and don't take that for granted for one minute. Our parents then came to see him and the rest is history. 

It all was unreal. Crazy unreal. 
And then there's this man. My amazing, strong, faith-filled husband who was with me during EVERY contraction. 31 hours of contractions, by my side praying with me, coaching me, making sure I was breathing and staying hydrated. In the tub with me, face to face with me. Looking me in the eyes and telling me I could do it when I thought I had absolutely nothing left in me. My gosh I love you, PK. We did it and I could not have done any of this without you. My love for you has grown in such an intense way after experiencing what we did to bring Eddy into the world, and there's no going back to the way it was. You are an incredible man, and I am the luckiest. 

So there you have it. The remarkable story of Edward the Brave. 
Thank you Lord for the sweetest boy a girl could ask for. 

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Tour de Baby Room

I know, I know, it's been all things baby lately. But, we're about to have a baby, so there's that. 
We are so stinkin' excited for this kid and since his room has been finished, we kind of just hang out there now. We just sit and read, or sometimes I go in there and nap, or sit in the rocking chair when I'm on the phone. We wanted it to be a comfy cozy room for Eddy and also for guests who stay with us. 

All to say, here are some pictures of this sweet little baby's room. Hope you enjoy!

Mom already called me about the bunting hanging on the bed. Thanks Ma, I know you're just watchin' out for your grand baby. Will be removed in due time. 
The last map to be filled on our map wall up there will be a map of Alaska. But not just any map of Alaska. PK and his friend Jason got dropped off in the middle of nowhere for like 10 days and had to find their way to some gravel piece of land where a plane picked them up. Kind of amazing. So for our wedding, Jason made a map of their route which will go perfectly on this wall.
The map up top is some old school map of London. I can't even remember where I found it. But the picture underneath it is really significant. It's Olander Park in Sylvania, Ohio where PK grew up. He and his dad would run and fish and made lots of memories there. It is a sweet way to remember PK's dad and the amazing man that he was. It's a memory of where his Grandpa Edward said goodbye in a new room where little Edward will say hello.
 The 'you are loved' banner from my friend Andrea, the 'E' canvas from Kiersten are handmade gifts we received that are so darn cute! These suitcases are good for storage as well as holding all the books Eddy received from the ladies that already love him so. 
I'm sure we will spend countless hours here in the little rocking nook.
In love with this sweet bunny and we hope Eddy loves it too.

Guest nook.
Guest side table with some of PK's favorite trophies from his childhood. 
This is the sweetest little baby book from some of our faves, Sean and Hilary. 
We've begun to fill it out and it's been so fun!

Here goes nothin' with the cloth diapering! Eddy snuck in the pic and wanted to say hi.
We thought go big or go home, let's do cloth wipes too. 
Oh, hey Sophie.

Oh, hey picture of Abe Lincoln that everyone is creeped out by that I found for $2 at the thrift store. 

Oh, hey Ruthie. How adorable is she?! Eeeeeeee! Eddy's room is Ruthie approved! 

Oh baby Eddy, we are so excited to meet you! Three more days until your due date! You seem pretty snug where you are. Incredibly wiggly, yet content. So, I'm just gonna throw this out there as an idea: it would be fine with me if you decide to venture into the world anytime now, really. I wouldn't mind. No rush. Just a thought. We love you and are so honored to be your parents. See you soon!

(Eddy, it's cool if you call me mom. Less syllables)

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Maternity photos.

As of today, we have six more days until baby Eddy is due! Eeeeee! Aaaaaah! All the emotions all at once! Since time's-a-tickin' our dear friend Sara wanted to make sure we got some photos before this lil' guy makes his grand appearance. Side note: The people in our neighborhood don't think Eddy is going to be a "lil guy" at all. Multiple random people have guessed that he is 9 lbs. Hey, at least they're not guessing twins anymore?? I'll take what I can get. Oh Uptown.

Here are some of our favorites from the photo shoot:

A big special thank you to Sara for taking these pictures. I love them and am so grateful to have them to remember this sweet time.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Freeze Frame Friday.

As I sit back and drink some homemade lemonade with Sonic ice (duh), I can't help but think back on some things I've been really grateful for lately. These are moments I don't want to forget from the past few weeks. 

Our little boy is basically a teenager now. Tomorrow I'll be 35 weeks along! Just when I think things are gettin' real, then I realize things are gettin' real. And then it'll probably just get more real in every season with him. It has been an honor to house our sweet Eddy for these past eight months. I don't want to forget the kicks and little rib jabs or when PK reads to him and asks him about what he thinks about the economic state of foreign countries. You think I'm making that up, but I'm not. It's hilarious. All I've been reading to him lately are Top 10 Buzzfeed lists. (bahaha!) All this to say, it's a miracle, like a serious miracle that this baby is growing and thriving and wiggling and I thank God every day that we get to experience this and be Eddy's parents. 

Just when I think I can't get enough of this man, he goes and gets me Sonic. In a V-neck. Have mercy. This season with PK has been sweet as we prepare to be parents. There's been a lot of relaxing, and Friday Night Lights, and yummy dinners at home, and coffee dates, and PK helping me off the couch, and rubbing my feet that literally look like blown up rubber gloves. (It ain't no joke people, it looks like I can pop these things) I'm grateful for my husband, and his kindness to me, and his listening ear, and how he can make me laugh in the midst of my hilarious pregnancy woes. Let's never stop laughing and enjoying the little things PK, and let's never forget this season we've had together. I love you. 

We took a trip to our friend Sara's parents' house and it was glorioooooous!  Sometimes I don't realize I need to get away until I get away. It's a little oasis every time we go there. It was so fun to hang out with our sweet friends from here in Chicago. We got to wake up slow, boat all day long one day, lounge around, have good conversation, eat good food, and the list could go on. Sara's parents are the best, and ask us good questions, and really want to know us, and it makes me feel so loved. Thank you Daryl and Gretchen from the bottom of all our hearts for having us over and loving us the way you do! 

What are some sweet moments you've had these past couple of weeks? You know, the ones you want to store in a little box and never forget? Write 'em down, journal them, blog about them, keep 'em archived somewhere so you can go back and be reminded of the things that make the heart full.