Monday, April 29, 2013

The itch

Some little known facts:  Did you know that Silas was Paul's companion in the New Testament, and kind of an awesome guy? Did you know that Paul spent more than 13 years just growing in his knowledge and love of Jesus before going out and discipling others?
Similarly, I think God gives new moms the down-time needed after delivery to learn to become a confident and capable parent who needs great patience and wisdom for such a humble calling.

Well I wasn't quite as patient as Paul... after one week of constant healing and growing with my son (and my Savior), I had the itch to get out and about. Cabin fever had set in.
Thankfully Silas is a great traveler, and I believe he loves going and doing too. In week two of his life, Silas went on a date with his parents, he went to a funeral, a wedding, the park, the movies, and many other errands. More than that though, God has still given us some great, much needed quiet time with Him.

Go Dawgs!
Silas loves to stretch like his mom!
This was his first sponge bath last week. He hated it until the towel massage.
This is how he looked before he puked everywhere. Motherhood: never a dull moment
Thank you for my tattoo imprint Graco.
Date night in Roswell square
We had to get a nice outfit for the wedding. I love five buck vests.
Lauren was a gorgeous bride. Anyone surprised?
So happy these two finally made it official after 11 years!
So fun to see everyone at the wedding
Christi's wedding is next!
Congrats Laur and Clay. We love you.
Man I'm pooped after all that.

~BusyBuster

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Welcome Silas Cary Smith

Well if you thought I was having a boy, you were right! 

We welcomed Silas Cary Smith into the world Wednesday, April 10 at 6:07 am at 7 lbs 1 ounce and almost 20 inches long! Just perfect in my humble mommy-opinion.

Silas started out fighting to come into existence 40 weeks ago, and he had to fight the second he entered this world. It was a long night, and a long few days come to think of it, but one we will treasure for the rest of our lives.
With fluid in his lungs, Silas was immediately taken away from me, which almost broke my heart. I fell apart here after the relief and shock that God brought him to me. It wasn't easy, but with God, I was able to do it.
Straight from the oven, puffy and sleepy. Matthew never left his side while they ran tests and watched him closely.
I almost lost it when I was able to see him again. He had an IV for antibiotics due to his border-line white blood cell count, and all kinds of wires that monitored his breathing and heart-rate.
Poor Silas didn't feel like eating much, so they were forced to give him a feeding tube. It was just pitiful and without everyone's prayers, I may not have been able to stand it.
 He had to stay in the NICU the entire hospital stay as jaundice developed and other possible signs of infection lingered.
He loved holding daddy's hand throughout the ordeal.
We tried to give him some bottles just to get the feeding tube out. Matthew became a veteran dad in no time; I was so impressed.
This is his burp face. After some good nursing, he's usually out for the count.
Even though his shirt reads, "Handsome Like Daddy"  he didn't look very handsome when we changed his diapers.
That's a little more like it.
Thanks to so many praying, Silas was able to come home with us with the contingency that we visit the pediatrician first thing Monday morning. He was happy as a clam to be free of all the pokes and prodding.
We couldn't believe he was our son. Our first night we struggled to take our eyes of his precious face.
First-time grandma has been so much help. She is just smitten with him too.
Who wouldn't be?
We have to give God all the thanks that Silas is thriving and doing wonderfully. We prayed for a long time for this little one, and now it's just surreal that he's actually here.
Silas did wonderful at the doctor's visit. The nurse said she was shocked by his long legs and big feet. I think he's going to be tall like his parents.
I'm realizing how important it is to take things one day at a time. We can't fathom all that accompanies raising another life, but thankfully right now, all we have to do is eat and sleep. (Oh and poop a lot!)
My boys are utter gifts to me. I pray I never take them for granted.
The new and improved Smith Family (I don't think Silas would approve of this angle of him- sorry little man.)

We truly can't thank all of our friends, family, church, and even strangers who prayed for us while we waited in uncertainty about Silas' health. He's home and happy, and we look forward to all the bumps, bruises, and hiccups along the way as we grow this little guy together. Can't wait for all to meet him.

- Happy BIRTHday Silas-  We love you.

~CoffeeCubBuster

Friday, April 5, 2013

Soak it up

Baby Smith will be here any minute, but in the waiting I've found so much peace that has been teaching me patience. Instead of joining in on the "aren't you so uncomfortable", "I bet you are SO ready", "you should just go get induced before that baby gets too big" comments, I'm truly thankful to have time that I will rarely ever have again. Time to pause and rest; time to soak up truth; time to enjoy the little pleasures in life.
Not only have I enjoyed some delightful pedicures and dark chocolate truffles, but I've watched my hubby enjoy his most prized hobby- some peaceful time on the greens. He's soaking up great spring golf days before he switches to some stinky diaper changing days.

This is the best part about golfing with Matthew- this particular angle ;)

I've also found some great insight from the various blogger sites as I've rested on my spring break week. This excerpt from the "Desiring God" website written by Rachel Jankovic  was truly inspiring as I approach this new calling: 

How much have we listened to partial truths and half lies? Do we believe that we want children because there is some biological urge, or the phantom “baby itch”? Are we really in this because of cute little clothes and photo opportunities? Is motherhood a rock-bottom job for those who can’t do more, or those who are satisfied with drudgery? If so, what were we thinking?

Motherhood is not a hobby, it is a calling. You do not collect children because you find them cuter than stamps. It is not something to do if you can squeeze the time in. It is what God gave you time for. Christian mothers carry their children in hostile territory. When you are in public with them, you are standing with, and defending, the objects of cultural dislike. You are publicly testifying that you value what God values, and that you refuse to value what the world values. You stand with the defenseless and in front of the needy. You represent everything that our culture hates, because you represent laying down your life for another—and laying down your life for another represents the gospel.

Our culture is simply afraid of death. Laying down your own life, in any way, is terrifying. Strangely, it is that fear... fear that your dreams will die, that your future will die, that your freedom will die—and trying to escape that death by running into the arms of death.

I am so excited for all that I will surely learn about, grow through, and humbly mess up with as Baby Smith enters our lives. Here's to new beginnings!

Final days of pregnancy... we are ready as we'll ever be!
 ~Expecting Buster