When you’re overwhelmed (maybe this could be an answer?)

I was totally blind sided.

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It’s not that I couldn’t handle the pain of labor.

And it’s not that I couldn’t handle some sleepless nights.

It was the sleepless nights on top of recovering from labor. And the emotional intensity of this baby being solely dependent on me for nourishment. And that the only way to make her stop crying was to feed her.

And feeding her hurt. The mental picture it conjured up was a combination of sandpaper and splinters.

So on top of all of that, that I couldn’t just get the chance to catch up on sleep. Mornings were bright and sunny and full of hope. As the sun set around 4:30pm, however, so did my positive outlook on life. Nights scared me. I’m prone to anxiety and it came on full force. I woke up from a nap after it had gotten dark already and it freaked me out. Cried on David’s shoulder. Asked God to just make it all better.

To heal me physically. To take away the anxiety. To make breastfeeding just work.

We prayed a lot those first three weeks.

Sometimes God answers prayers through very practical means. If I hadn’t prayed in the first place, I wouldn’t recognize the answer as an answer, because the provision seemed so every-day normal. You know?

I have nine sister-in-laws and the four that are married represent nineteen children. Two weeks after Lavender was born, that whole side of the family gathered for Thanksgiving — and I took all the motherhood advice I could get.

And one of the most vital things I heard about was this video called The Well Fed, Well Rested Baby.

So you know how you can be scared to share the gospel because it might offend some people? They might not agree with you? Or they might get mad? But it’s good news that brings life and hope, so you push past the uncomfortable and step on their toes and share it anyway?

That’s what I’m about to do. Only it’s not the good news of the gospel, it’s the good news of a schedule, and it’s okay if you don’t agree … because, unlike there being only One way to have a reconciled relationship with God, there is more than one way to care for a newborn baby. And this is just the way that’s worked for us.

But I really believe it is the very practical answer God gave us to all those prayers we prayed.

It’s the Dr. Denmark schedule, aka, the most extreme, all-the-La-Leche-ladies-will-want-your-head, don’t tell your mother what you’re doing (just kidding, Mom) schedule out there … and it brought us hope and rest.

We started it when Lavender was three weeks old. By week four, she was consistently sleeping through the night (10:45pm – 6am). Then she sleeps from 6:45am – 10am, and then 10:45am – 2pm. (This is the 0-3mo schedule.) Every day is different, but this is the norm.

And I’ve been able to recover from labor. 

Because you know how freaking hard labor is? My husband put it like this: Men go to war and women have babies. It’s nothing to sneeze and it takes time to recover from and I was not able to fully care for our baby until I had recovered from it. You’re not being selfish. It’s not bad to put your needs before you’re baby’s needs sometimes. You know how on an airplane, the instructional safety people always instruct to put your little yellow air ventilator thing on first, before helping the person besides you? And I was always like, well that seems inconsiderate and self-centered, but it’s not, because if you try to help the kid next to you first but pass out before you can finish strapping the thing on, then who are you really helping anyway?

This is like that. Only there’s no airplane involved.

It’s okay to let your baby cry some in order to teach her to sleep during the night.

And let me tell you, we let her cry a lot that first week on the schedule. But she’s healthy and she’s happy and I’m happy and she’s gaining weight, I promise. We used to give her gas drops after every feeding, but now we don’t have to — partially because she’s older and her digestion system has matured some and partially because I don’t put new milk on top of un-digested milk anymore.

I’ve learned that you can literally find an opinion from every different direction when it comes to caring for a newborn baby. You kind of just have to do your research and then go with your gut.

Because you’re the mom here, bub, and you really do know what’s best for you wee little one.

Adopting this schedule (plus finally figuring out that L had a moderate tongue tie) has enabled me to keep breastfeeding Lavender and has restored peace to our lives. I can enjoy these quickly-fleeting days of caring for L as an infant. And I wouldn’t have said anything, except I’m thinking there might just be one other person out there who’s been praying those very same prayers I was praying. And they might appreciate learning what I learned. And so for that, I’ll go ahead a step on a couple toes.

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DrDenmarkDr. Leila Denmark (1989-2012) was a pediatrician for sixty-four years, until the age of 103. She is credited for being the co-developer of the pertussis (whooping cough) vaccine in the 1920’s-30’s and was one of the first pediatricians to object to smoking around children.

“When I was a child, there was no such thing as a baby doctor on earth,” Dr. Denmark said in an interview. “We had very little medicine, very little surgery, no immunisations and no baby food. Yet the children weren’t sick like they are today because their mothers fed them right.” Although Dr. Denmark, due to failing eye sight, stopped her practice at the age of 103, she continued giving mothers over-the-phone medical advice for an additional seven years. Leila Denmark believed that motherhood is one of the most important jobs on earth.

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A lesson in finances because I’m as cool as Dave Ramsey (not really)

Now that I actually look pregnant, there’s this concern I have in public places: I already look like I’m 17, so I assume that they assume that I’m not married. (Which is like, why am I afraid of being judged like that? Am I judging others in that position? But that’s a different issue.) And it doesn’t help my case when I’m at the doctor and they say, “Who’s the policy holder?” and I reply, “Oh, it’s my dad. Because I’m still on my parents insurance.”

So I can get a little embarrassed.  But actually I am extremely thankful for getting to continue on my parents insurance this past year. Now that little baby L is coming, David and I are having to go all “family plan” for ourselves and I’ve realized how expensive insurance can be — geeze louise! I had no idea. Not that I’m complaining. Because I’m super thankful for it. Just stating a fact.

Anyhow, I like to pretend I’m an accountant and stuff, so I’ve been crunching some numbers (they’re always so concerned about their weight) to see which insurance plan will be the best fit for us. So money has been on my mind a lot the past couple of days. And when something’s on your mind a lot, it can start to weigh on you. And not that I’m really concerned about money, but then there are those questions like how do you balance being responsible and saving, and being radical and giving sacrificially? But then we’re also living in America and so what’s really essential anyway? How is it that coffee has become a necessary part of our budget? Does anyone else wrestle with the balance between all these things?

I don’t really have any answers.

But I was reading this passage in Luke and it kind of relates.

This guy comes up to Jesus and says, “Hey Jesus, can you tell my obnoxious brother to split his inheritance with me?” (That’s a paraphrase.) And Jesus replies, “Man, who made me a judge or arbitrator over you?”

Ha ha. I love Jesus.

Then Jesus turns to his disciples and decides to use this as a teaching opportunity. “Take care,” he says, “and be on guard against all covetousness, for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions.”

[But here’s the thing, I don’t think I really struggling with an issue over loving stuff too much. It’s more like wanting control over our finances so that I can self-produce peace for myself, instead of living out trust in You.]

[But don’t worry, because just then Jesus whips out one of his great parables!]

The land of a rich man produced plentifully, and he said, “I will do this: I will tear down my barns and build larger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods! And I will say to my soul, ‘Soul, you have ample goods laid up for many years; relax, eat, drink, be merry.'” But God said to him, 

“Fool! This night your soul is required of you, and the things you have prepared, whose will they be?” This is how it will be with whoever stores up things for themselves but is not rich toward God.

I don’t think we’re supposed to take this passage and say it means we shouldn’t prepare for the future. But I know for myself, that when I get all into planning the future, I easily start to rely on myself and my plan more than God (or get stressed out because my plan is not coming together!). This parable points out a seldom believed truth:

You think you can trust in yourself. But you can’t. Even when you think you’re in control, even then you’re really not.

So instead of being enslaved to worrying about these things, do your part, but then put on your perspective glasses be rich toward God. (Luke 12:21) Because that’s what Jesus says matters more.

It’s not like another rule to follow. It’s a heart-check:

What matters more to me?

What am I trusting in the most?

“All the nations of the world seek after these things,” Jesus said. “And your Father knows that you need them. Instead, seek his kingdom, and these things will be added to you. Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions, and give to the needy. Provide yourselves with moneybags that do not grow old, with a treasure in the heavens that does not fail.”

**On an entirely practical note, I think Dave Ramsey’s Seven Baby Steps are a pretty good way of combining responsible living (planning & saving) with radical living (giving & giving sacrificially). And then there’s also this recent post by Ann Voskamp that will just sweep your mind away from north American material-engorgedness and to something entirely more free.

Things I’m Thinking on mornings that Feel like Fall

… well, first of all, what’s the point of blogging? It’s so easily a self-exalting type thing. And isn’t it shallow? To be transparent online with the whole world able to access your thoughts, people you don’t even know? Oh wait, well I guess the government can do that anyway. Or Google at least, or someone spying on me through my laptop video camera or my iPhone speaker or something. Anyway. I digress. I’m just getting words down.

Because I’ve been thinking about starting to blog again for a while, but it can be so intimidating. Wanting to have proper motives, feeling insecure that it’d be good enough, eventually concluding it’s too much effort to begin with. But I have been wanting to again, so here I finally am. This is a transition season for me right now — one that seems to allow for blogging again. College + getting married + working were “no time for blogging” type seasons. 

As a side note, this is a great recipe. If you want to pause reading, go make a batch of those muffins, then come back to reading while eating said muffin, I’m totally cool with that. Because I’m eating one right now. And it’s wonderful. 

Anyway. Fall is coming and that is such a happy thing. David says that fall aways reminds him of God’s faithfulness. I like that.

I finished working at my job a month ago. Which is definitely what I wanted and had prayed that God could arrange the details for, but as the dust settles, I wrestle with believing that having a legitimate job is what gives me value. So not working can be equivalent to a bum life, aka a sorry existence. And there are things for me to do at home and projects to complete, but I can psych myself out — because I’m just at home doing them and it’s easy to procrastinate — and make them into a way bigger deal than they are, until they become a “thing” and all of a sudden it’s a burden to do them, instead of a joy. Does that make sense? 

I struggle just with anxiety in general. It’s something that frequently nips at my heels. Like an annoying little dog that you’d like to squash, but you think life might actually be better with it around somehow, so you kind of just try to keep it at bay without getting rid of it altogether.

I can easily worry about whether or not I’m living life well … or if I’m being lazy and wasting it. Why laziness is like my arch nemesis, I don’t know, but I feel like giving into laziness is just the worst thing I could possible do. Like God could never be happy with me then. So I have to keep on my guard and make sure I’m getting stuff done, being productive (and anyway, that really does make me feel better and happier) because if I don’t, then I’ve just ruined everything.

But along those lines, and along the lines of not having a joby-job anymore, there’s this wonderful truth that comes in the form of “Thoughts to Make Your Heart Sing,” a children’s devotional. There’s this one devotion in it that is just beautiful. Conveniently, it’s called ‘Something Beautiful for God.’ And it goes like this …

‘What could you do with your whole life to make God happy? [yeah. what?]

Compose a symphony? Climb a mountain? Build a cathedral? Paint a picture? Write a book? Invent something brilliant? Pray for hours and hours? 

God might ask you to do any one of those splendid things!

But do you know what’s more beautiful to God than anything else — what he loves best, what makes him happiest? 

When you trust him. 

And believe that he loves you.’ 

On mornings like these, I have to ask God to help me believe these simple truths. Mornings when the weather feels a little like fall and candles are lit and muffins are baked. And you’d think it’d be easy to just rest and be at peace, but it isn’t, well it is, but you always have to put up a fight. Because Satan came to kill and destroy. Everything. But Christ came to give life that is abundant.

So go eat your little muffin and get back to whatever you were doing.Just abide in Christ, the true Vine. Trust him.

And believe that he loves you.