Mother’s Day Week

Happy Mother’s day week! Mother’s day can be a whole week right? For my first ever Mother’s day All I wanted to do was thank my Mama because, seriously- how did she make this look so easy?

So here is me on Mother’s Day thinking my hair looked put together enough to take a picture and holding my baby like a sack of flour. (I promise I’m not strangling him) 



And here is my mom on Mother’s day, mother of four. FOUR! Notice how put together she looks holding that same baby. Gee wiz. 35 years of raising kids (she had my oldest brother and then me 17 years apart), I don’t think I heard her complain once.
And she’s so pretty. 
Now if you had to guess, who do you think got who a gift on Mother’s day? 
My mom got ME a gift. What? She said it’s because she knows how hard motherhood can be. Are you serious? My plan was to bring her dinner because sometimes, food is the BEST gift so I asked her what she wanted and she said fried chicken. If you know my mom you know she is a super healthy. So I questioned the fried chicken. 
“Really? Fried chicken?”
“Yeah I’ll just pull the skin off. “
You all, this summarizes my mother so well. Yes my mom really does like fried chicken, I mean who doesn’t but the reason she said fried chicken was because she knows her family likes it and because she knows I just had a baby and it’s easy. I mean seriously isn’t my mom ridiculous? Even on mother’s day, thinking of her kids. Not to mention who has enough willpower to eat fried chicken without the skin? She’s superwoman.

So that was my grand plan right? To buy the fried chicken for Mother’s day dinner- well I go to pick it up and my dad already paid for it.  Parents, can’t do anything nice for them.

We also spent a lovely brunch with Tom’s mom, a mom to six. SIX. She how comfortable she is with Tommy? It looks like he is just floating on her lap.

So we got her a picture of all of us kids for Mother’s day and she loved it. Isn’t that bizarre? Like here are all of us that you do so much for, we’re going to take a picture of ourselves and give it to you and you’re going to love it. And she so did. What? Moms are so crazy.

All this to say we had a lovely 2016 mother’s day. Tommy got me a camp chair that rocks so we can sit out on the deck together and I thanked him profusely for it. And even though I was a little sad my mom wouldn’t let me buy her dinner, I totally get it because I would do the same thing to Tommy. #momlife

Happy Mother’s Day week!



Tommy’s Birth Story (It’s a long one!)

Tommy Taylor is six seven, ok now EIGHT weeks old and I am starting to forget the details of his birth. Can you believe it? Probably, because there’s a reason women can’t remember birth details and it has to do with having more babies.

Keep reading if you are into birth stories, stop if you aren’t.

At 40 weeks and 3 days pregnant I walked into my doctors office and asked him WHEN was this baby coming? My due date had been March 10th. It was now March 13th. I can see now how impatient that makes me. But yeah, I was that impatient.

My doctor said how about March 16th. Then he explained that I would have to be induced. He said I would be fine, he said people get induced all the time. I cried in the elevator in his office.

Two days later, on March 15th, I was THIS pregnant shopping at Target for last minute baby things.I thought if I walked for long enough I could get my water to break and not have to be induced. I’ll give you two guesses how that went.

We checked in for our 8:00 PM at exactly 7:56 PM and I was exactly 0 centimeters dilated.
Now, I don’t claim to be a labor and delivery expert but I thought I had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen. Let’s just say it’s way different when it’s you and every animal I have ever seen give birth handled their business like a champion compared to me.
Seriously. Champions. 
I had my cervix manually dilated with a foley bulb then tried to sleep but just watched the baby’s heart beat on the monitor all night long. Then it was 6:56 AM and I was 3 centimeters dilated and was ready to rock and roll. 
I got some pitocin and started having contractions 5 minutes apart. 
10:40 AM the doctor on call from my practice broke my water. The doctor’s exam was really rough, but otherwise I couldn’t feel anything, just a trickling down my leg. He said I was 4 centimeters dilated and that felt like a big deal. Tom was texting friends and family saying we were on the way to having a baby. I felt like I was rocking at this labor things, just cruising through contraction after contraction. I was smiling a lot and super polite to everyone. 
The thumbs up ‘I’m in labor’ selfie seemed to be important so I took a lot of them. 
Then BAM. 1:15 PM all of a sudden contractions were one minute apart and GOOD GRACIOUS they hurt. There was no rolling through anything. I wanted the epidural stat. Tom chose right then to get lunch probably because I told him he could….when he got back I just about ripped his hand off and asked where he had BEEN. I told Emily I thought I would need the epidural soon and then the next contraction I told her I no, I needed it NOW.  I was 4 centimeters dilated and asked Emily if I should wait to get it, she told me it was totally up to me. 
The birth class we never took, yeah it seemed really important all of a sudden. 
2:13 PM Still only 4 centimeters dilated,  I decided to go for it, the epidural was in in 7 minutes flat and I was on a cloud. Everything was good again. I was back to being polite and smiling. The epidural totally worked for me, but I kind of see why there is so much debate about getting one. Anyway, it was way WAY worth it for me. 
I stayed 4 centimeters dilated for seven hours. (Some people say epidurals slow down labor so maybe it was the epidural’s fault but who am I to judge) 
Then my doctor came in and said I needed a c-section. That totally messed with my mind. I started thinking I wasn’t meant to deliver this baby. Tom and I started praying. 
Almost immediately after we started praying I felt something change. Suddenly, there was so much pain that I couldn’t deal. I asked Emily (the nurse) if the epidural wore off. She told me no, the baby was just moving down. Well HELLO, I thought that was what the epidural was for. 
Turns out an epidural was just for contractions, or something (I’m still confused)  but I know it hurt a ton. I asked Tom to put worship music on to help me focus of Jesus instead of all the pain. I wanted to start cursing the pain and Tom and everything and everyone but Tom kept reminding to call out to Jesus instead. I did. Jesus was all I was holding on to. 
8:00 PM Boom. I was 8 centimeters dilated. It felt like a miracle because it was a miracle. God answers prayers and we had a whole lot of people praying for us. The doctor came in and basically said wow, I wasn’t sure your body was going to do it either but you got this now. You’re going to have a baby!
What happened next is a bit of blur. In my mind we changed rooms but in reality two hours passed and I felt like I had to push the whole time. Actually I felt like I had to poop the whole time. True story. Just keeping it real. That’s all I could fixate on, how much I had to poop. Apparently it was the urge to push but I was only 8 centimeters so it wasn’t time yet.
I now totally understand, a few things. One: it would be really hard if not impossible to deliver a baby on your own. Two: dads deserve just as much congratulations for surviving a baby’s birth as moms. Three: labor and delivery nurses probably don’t get paid enough. 
All that to say for two hours I completely and utterly lost my cool. Between screaming that I had to poop to breathing way too fast to almost twisting Tom’s fingers off, I was not keeping it together and I didn’t care what happened next as long as someone got that baby out of me and fast. 
For two hours I screamed and for two hours Rhonda helped me breathe and kept me from pushing before it was time. She totally told me to got ahead and poop if I had to but that what I was feeling wasn’t poop it was the baby. I screamed that she was lying. Tom, well I’ve never seen that look on his face but he kept it together too and he was a rock. He tried to help me breathe but I wasn’t having it.
I love my husband though. At one point Rhonda told me the baby’s head was right there, that I was doing so good. I screamed that she was lying. Since I didn’t believe her, Rhonda told Tom look at the baby’s head coming. That is how I know my husband loves me, he looked because he knew I needed to hear it from him. His whole plan was to do whatever I needed but he didn’t want to see anything down there if he could help it. Sure enough Tommy’s head was right there. 
10:00 PM, I’m not sure when my doctor came in or how long she had been there but we went from me yelling at everyone to her calmly telling me to push. I couldn’t believe it. I pushed and nothing happened. (So much for the baby just falling out at 37 weeks like I thought he might). I pushed and pushed and screamed and pushed. And then I was so exhausted that I started falling asleep. As I was pushing. I told myself I would go until 10:30 and then I would ask for a c-section. 
10:34 PM They told me to push one more time. I said I couldn’t. I did it anyway. 
WHOOSH it felt like something hard and followed by a whole bunch of jelly coming out and that was my baby. He came out screaming louder than I was. 
Within minutes he was on my chest and I was in shock and in love. 
I never told anyone but I was nervous I wouldn’t love my baby right away, like he wouldn’t feel like mine but the love was instant and it was intense. There was no doubt that he was mine and my heart was so full. My heart has never been so full. 
Thomas David Howard Taylor Jr. weighed 8 lbs 7 oz, and measured 21.5 inches long. And he was perfectly healthy. 

He was everything we had prayed for. 
God knew exactly what was up when I got pregnant before I thought I was ready and He was in control the whole time. Each time I told Tom I was afraid of something: whether it was losing the baby, or the baby having the most recent genetic disease I googled and even in the midst of the hardest most painful part of labor Tom always reminded that God brings everything together for our good. Always, no matter what. (Romans 8:28) 
For his reminding me of God’s faithfulness and for a thousand other reasons I am glad we named this baby after my husband. I couldn’t have had a baby without him. I mean seriously he had a lot to do with it.

 And that ladies and gentlemen is how we had a baby.

Week Three: We Went Out

Big news. I took our baby to the grocery store, two thrift stores and Ollies Bargain Outlet. 
It is week three and we got out of the house.
It all started because we ran out of 0-3 month baby outfits. I told Tom I needed to go to the thrift store to buy more baby clothes. He said I needed to do laundry. Update: I have done laundry since and Tom was totally right, our baby was way too many clothes. 
Anyhow, we managed to get out of the house after two attempts.  I was torn between keeping the baby in the car seat or taking him out and putting him in our baby wrap. So I did both. The first stop I kept him in the car seat, then I fed him, and put him in the Solly wrap to carry him through Ollies and Goodwill. I was able to get him in the Solly wrap in four minutes flat in the Ollies parking lot and he fell right asleep; confirmation that the Solly wrap is the best thing ever.
Carrying the baby on my own (his car seat is HEAVY- or am I just a wuss?) and feeding him in the Ollies parking lot made me feel like a super hero. Seriously. Our trip was a success for those reasons alone. I also scored three outfits for the baby and three outfits for me for $23.25 at Community Aid. That’s good right? Tom said he would have been impressed if it was under $6.00 but true story- thrift stores aren’t as cheap as they used to be- little baby pants were $2.99 a piece (whhatt). 

Baby Shower Fun

Are these cupcakes the cutest? I thought so too. I feel like the luckiest person to have a friend who makes cupcakes this cute and to have family who love me and our baby enough to throw us the sweetest baby shower.

The shower wasn’t a surprise but I was sworn off from helping in anyway which for once, was really nice. Usually I’m all up in things when our family tries to do something nice for us. Really I only did that once- for my bridal shower I wanted to know ALL the details but that was before I knew how nice it is to not get involved and just sit back and be blessed.

I felt especially blessed by these two women, the one who gave birth to my husband and the one who gave birth to me. I don’t think they had a baby shower when they were pregnant with us, my mom said they didn’t do things like that. They do so much for us both, so selfishly- for this shower both my mom and his stepped back to let my sister and Tom’s sisters run the show but even their version of stepping back meant organizing food and games and favors and decorations. I hope I’m a momma like them.


A whole day to give thanks and eat food is the best. Especially if you are pregnant. Especially if you are pregnant and your biggest food craving is turkey. Mmmmm turkey. Sweet turkey and stuffing and gravy and cranberry sauce and green beans and sweet potato casserole..

No joke, turkey has been my biggest pregnancy craving. I’ve tried cooking up turkey breast like my mom does but I didn’t realize a whole turkey breast is kind of expensive (at least at our grocery store) and kind of a lot of turkey. I bought two for just Tom and I and made a bunch of turkey paninis. In fact all I’ve ate for lunch for the past four months is turkey paninis.

But even with eating all that turkey I’ve dreamt about thanksgiving turkey for weeks months.
This year Thanksgiving seemed so much sweeter because I am so grateful to be carrying our baby.

So grateful that I sometimes don’t know how God could be this good to us. But of course He is good to us, all of the time.  In the beginning of my pregnancy I worried almost daily that I could lose this baby and sometimes in my darkest moments I still do. Prayer is what gets me through those moments, faith and trust that God is in control all of the time.

When our pastor recited 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18  in his Thanksgiving message- Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus I really, really needed to hear it.

So this Thanksgiving I am thankful for turkey, oh gosh turkey and for our sweet growing baby and for a God who loves us- no matter what.

The Best Surprise

One two, baby!

So there we were, married for nine whole months.

We had just celebrated the fourth of July, went on an awesome trip to Cape Cod, were picking out new floors and paint colors for our house and one thing we were not doing- was thinking about having a baby.

And then…

You probably know where this is going.

One Friday, after work, I bought two pregnancy tests and took one. I really, really thought it would be negative. 2.8 seconds, there was one line then two.


I needed a minute. All I could think was how is this possible- how could God bless us with a baby just like that? Of course not thinking about having a baby sometimes leads to having a baby but for us- for us I always thought it would be harder, way more complicated to have a baby. I knew it was hard for some people. I really, really wanted to be pregnant some day and I have a tendency to overcomplicate everything so having a baby seemed complicated- and a long way off. With a lot of planning involved.

But there it was. A year sooner than Tom and I had thought, but perfect in God’s timing; a positive pregnancy test and a BABY.

Tom knew I was taking the test, he thought I was pregnant way before I did. All I did was complain about being dizzy and feeling nauseous for a week.

I said “hey, come look at this.”
He said “is it positive?”
I said “just come look at it.
He said ” that means it’s positive.”

Leave to my husband, Mr. Process of Elimination.
He finally came upstairs, stared at the pregnancy test, stared at me and asked if I had followed  the directions. We read the directions out loud to be sure. He argued that two lines meant neg- oh wait, wow no they didn’t. He stared again, I hugged him.

Then, my sweet husband who has always wanted to be a father said, “I think I need to go downstairs and finish watching the Orioles game.” Which meant, “I need a minute”.
And I TOTALLY understood. That is just how surprised he was, how surprised we both were. God’s timing is way more perfect than ours and while the thought of our first baby coming before we planned was a lot to take in, it will always be the very BEST surprise.

It has been 117 days since we got that surprise. I’m now 22 weeks pregnant and we found out that our sweet baby is a boy. Just about everything has taken a back seat to one thing- being pregnant.

Pregnancy is fun! Actually, it’s harder than I thought but every day I think of our baby, I remember how lucky we are, how perfect God is and even if unexpected- the gift of a baby is always the best surprise.

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