Check out this handsome chunk! Time is flying. Henri is already two months old and growing like a monster. We love these early months when they change so much. This month Henri has been cheesing it up with everyone. Smiles for days. He loves when you whistle songs to him and sing and he is in love with his sister! No one can make him smile like Lucia can. He loves bath time, hanging on daddy's shoulder, sleeping on mama, his play mat and the infamous snuggle puppy that Lucia was in constantly!!
He is sleeping some nice four to five hour stretches and doing... you know... all the other stuff babies do...pooping and laying around like a boss.
His two month check up proved he's gunna be a big boy. He is off the charts ...clocking in at 15.6 pounds and in the 100 percentile for weight and 80th for height. My doctor actually told me to stop feeding him so much. No way.
But he is just a dream and we love him so much.
Happy New Year Everyone! I love all the posts that pop up on January 1. Posts of reflection and hope for a new year.
For me, 2017 was a year that most certainly will not get mushed into the memory of other years past. This year stretched me, challenged me, brought me to my knees to a place of complete surrender and humility. It was a year of sorrow and a year of great joy. A year of pain and of redemption. A year of God's faithfulness and a year of His lessons.
Most of you know, the beginning of 2017 started off with a cancer diagnosis for Josh. In February, doctors told him the small lump on his shoulder was lymphoma. Not a road I thought I would ever have to travel down with my 30 year old husband. But with Jesus in our view and His promises on our lips, we trekked though months of tests, blood draws, scans and chemotherapy.
Two months prior to that day in February, we had started trying for a baby. But with that heavy diagnosis hanging over us, we thought it would not happen in the one month left before chemo. The thing with chemotherapy is that it's such a harsh treatment, doctors don't want you to even begin to try for a child until two years AFTER you complete treatment.
I remember sitting in my room with tears in my eyes talking with God telling him how I didn't want my desire for another child to overshadow was Josh was about to go through... But man I was crushed. What a mess. No sibling for Lucia and a cancer battle...what in the world is happening? But see this is the thing about God... He listens. I was recently gifted this beautiful sign with one of my favorite verses on it.
Ain't that the truth.
So I prayed and He promised...there would be no death here. Nothing will be taken away, only added. And on a Wednesday just a few short weeks before chemotherapy, I found out I was pregnant.
This baby was not just to make me happy or to give me what I wanted, this baby would be a promise of life through a battle around death. Every time the fear of how 'big' cancer could be crept into my head...the baby shook me out of that place.
By July chemotherapy was done, cancer was put to shame, and we found out we were having a boy. The next leg of the year would be preparing for the baby and getting Josh's body healthy again.
As my November 10th due date came and went, I started wondering what day Henri would be born. I had no real preference aside from not wanting him to be born on November 15th, the day my grandpa died. But when November 14th at 11:30 pm rolled around, I went into labor. Sure enough he was born on the 15th. I remember praying in the hospital and being like...God of all the days...I specifically asked for him NOT to be born today...why today?
My friend Heather just said to me yesterday...Lisa with God there are no coincidences. She's right.
November 15th a day that I normally associated with death will now be a day of celebration and life. A culmination of the year we just went through, and the promise He had given me before even one chemotherapy treatment and before I even knew I was pregnant...that Lisa...there will not be any death here but only life. In the face of death, in its shadow, I'll bring new life. Isn't that what He always does? Brings joy from mourning and makes streams in the wasteland?
I pray friends for Him to make streams in your wastelands and pathways through your wilderness and that He is as good to you all in 2018 as He has been to me.
Love you guys and Happy New Year!
Hello friends! I am Lisa. Lover of Christ and family, a former television reporter, and a wife and mom who strives to live a healthy, toxic free lifestyle.