• Parenting,  Pregnancy

    Dear Asa

    Today, I find myself wondering about who you are and what you will become. There is so much to learn and know about you. While we wait and prepare for your arrival, we eagerly gobble up every bit of information about you that we can.  We cling to little tidbits, like how fast your heart beats… and how much you move in Mama’s belly. We were on pins and needles for weeks while we waited to learn you were a second little boy, and from there, all of our wonder turned to what your name would be. Mama and Daddy decided to split the fun of choosing a name. We…

  • Life as a Wife,  Parenting,  Prayer,  Pregnancy,  Uncategorized

    The Power of a Prayer Request: Zane’s Arrival

    It’s been two whole months since my son made his dramatic and premature entrance into this world. It’s hard to believe time can pass so quickly –that the little 3lb. 10oz. boy in the NICU is now a 9 pound “newborn” according to his adjusted age. As days have turned into weeks, and weeks into months though, nothing has struck me more profoundly than the amount of prayer that went up on our behalf. I know this because not one single day has passed where a person hasn’t walked up to me, or called me, or sent a card, or texted me and said, “We were praying for that little…

  • Parenting,  Pregnancy

    Dear Zane

    “His name is Zane Benaiah. I will know him as Benaiah.” Those were the words God spoke to me as I struggled to comprehend the news your father had just spoken to me. I had been unconscious for the majority of the last five days, waking only long enough to plead with the hospital staff for more pain medicine. In that time frame, there had been diagnostic tests with radiation, brain convulsions, unbelievably violent vomitting, scads of narcotics and opiates to ease the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life, and I hadn’t been able to eat or drink a thing to support a little growing life…

  • Infertility,  Miscarriage,  Pregnancy

    Healed from Infertility: Our Rainbow Baby

    I can’t explain the despondency I was feeling around the beginning of October. As we crept into the beginnings of the month, I was anticipating what would have been the first birthday of the baby we lost, and thinking a lot about what may have been. My husband and I had been going to a specialist for infertility since January and every trip yielded more depressing facts. When one problem improved, another unraveled. Here it was… October…. and if it didn’t work by November, the next step in the process would have required procedures my husband and I object to. I knew that in four weeks, I would hear the…