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A Picture of the Incarnation on My Kitchen Floor

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During this pregnancy (my third) my mood swings have been unreal. One minute everything is rosy and the next I find myself sobbing for no reason. And if I wait too long to eat or don’t get enough sleep, I am sure to be an insane hysterical basket case.

The worst meltdown occurred for really no reason at all at about halfway through the pregnancy. We put the kids to bed, then Daniel ran some errands while I made treats for a friend’s baby shower. When he left, I was in my right mind. When he returned, he found me sobbing in the kitchen as I iced carrot cake cupcakes with cream cheese icing, my mascara running down my face.

What’s the matter?!” he asked as he walked over to put his arm around me.

Nothing, really!” I sobbed. “Except everything! I’m always tired and I’m always throwing up and and it’s so hard! I love my baby, but I feel so physically miserable and I can’t stop crying and I don’t know why!

Being the wise man that he is, he knew I was in no state to hear reason and nothing he could say would stop the crazy that was spewing from my mouth. So he just listened while I exploded with pregnant hysteria until I wore myself out and I sat down on the kitchen floor.

He took a deep breath, sat down with me, put his arms around me, and we leaned against the dishwasher while I sobbed my little pregnant heart out for several minutes. As the meltdown fizzled out and I stopped crying, I had an epiphany: my husband was an image of Christ right here on our hardwood floor. Instead of talking me down or telling me I was being ridiculous, he got down into the middle of my pregnant crazy meltdown, sat there, and shared it with me.

His love was a reminder that God’s great love prompted him to actually come down to us, share our humanity, and suffer in our stead. I know I am more than fortunate to be married to a man who lives out that love each day of our marriage.  

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Women Speak on NFP: How NFP Got Me Pregnant

This is a guest post by my dear friend Kaitlin of More Like Mary~More Like Me. in the Women Speak on NFP series. In this series you will hear from women using various methods of NFP, some to avoid pregnancy, some trying to conceive, and their experiences.

Disclaimer: This series is not meant to be a substitute for any method of training in NFP! If you are interested in one of the methods introduced in this series, please contact a certified instructor for information about training in that method of NFP. 

My experience with NFP has been different than most. I’m coming up on five years of marriage to my husband, Ted, and we’ve yet to actually use NFP to avoid a pregnancy. Because of my history, we knew we might have trouble conceiving and started trying for a baby pretty much from the get-go. Even though we haven’t needed to chart to postpone getting pregnant, we are eternally grateful for the knowledge that came with our pre-marriage NFP courses. NFP led us to NaPro technology, a technology that uses a woman’s NFP charts to direct its diagnoses and treatments for infertility.

We have NFP (and NaPro) to thank for getting us pregnant. Here’s how:

1. NFP helps to identify key days of your cycle to make diagnostic testing and treatment more accurate. One exampleAnyone who has gone through the initial rounds of testing for infertility has probably heard of  ”day 21 blood work”. In theory, day 21 is one week after ovulation and a good time to check your hormone levels to get an idea of what your body is doing. This is based on the idea that women have 28 day cycles and ovulate on day 14. But, last I checked, a woman who has 28 day cycles 100% of the time….. doesn’t really exist. So if you ovulate a few days later than the doctor thinks you “should”, your blood work could be horribly inaccurate and even misleading. A much better approach is to complete the blood work on “peak + 7″. That is to say, seven days after you identify your “peak” which is ovulation. If you don’t chart, you can’t identify this crucial time and complete the blood work with this level of accuracy.

The first OB we sought help from when we realized we couldn’t get pregnant was not trained in NaPro. He suggested the “day 21 blood work” and an ultrasound series on days 12, 14, and 16 to watch my follicles grow, hopefully erupt, and produce an egg. We opted to do the blood work (and paid thousands of dollars out of pocket. Don’t even get me started on that….) but weren’t able to do the ultrasound series. He ended up putting me on a high risk medication for a hormone level he thought was too high. When I was tested by a NaPro doc on “peak + 7″ months later, it was perfectly normal and the medication wasn’t needed. I’m thankful we didn’t do the ultrasound series because if I didn’t ovulate on the exact days he thought I would, it could have been a complete waste of time.

We did several ultrasound series with our NaPro doctor a year later and discovered I wasn’t ovulating. Thanks to my charts, we were able to identify the best days for me to take a medication that helped with this. We then used my charts to identify my peak and watch my follicles grow in order to determine if more medication was needed. We have NFP to thank for giving us this amazing picture:

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Three follicles. All of which erupted later that day. One of which released the egg that held half the DNA for her

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who has known grown into this.

Amazing.

2. NFP helps doctors heal your body rather than just get you pregnant. I think that many doctors, in their quest to “get you pregnant” really miss an opportunity to get you pregnant. 

Let me back up first.

I saw my first OB when I was 15 years old. I had horrible, horrible, horrible periods that were causing me to miss school every month. Cramps that sent me to the floor in agony. Puking for the first several days of my cycle. I saw just about every OB our small town had to offer and they all said the exact. same. thing. They all suggested I take the pill. It sounded like a great idea to me…except my mom refused to let me. My long term boyfriend probably had something to do with her refusal, but all I could see at 15 was her refusing to let me feel better. “This is the only thing that will help me!” I argued. She finally consented when I was 18 and my cramps instantly went away. But after only a few months I began to wonder what I was actually putting into my body every day. Even more so, I began to wonder what this meant for my future. I knew I wanted children, so what was going to happen to me when I went off the pill? I came to realize that I wasn’t healed, I was patched. And I desperately wanted to be healed.

As a sophomore in college, I sought out our local NFP instructor and asked her if she knew of any doctors who would treat me without prescribing the pill. She knew of one, several hours away, and I called immediately. The office said I had to learn NFP before meeting with him so he could review my charts. So I signed up for the class and took it with a friend who was having similar issues. After a few months, I met with my first NaPro doctor, told him about my symptoms, and showed him my charts.

Endometriosis.

Not yet a diagnosis, but a strong suspicion. He suggested surgery.

I cried and cried. In part because I was worried about what this meant for a future family (Ted and I were newly dating but pretty serious at this point). But I also cried tears of joy and relief. Finally, after five years and countless doctors, I had one who was actually going to try to help. He even gave me this analogy. “If your car breaks down, you don’t call a tow truck to tow you around in a broken car forever. You call a mechanic and get it fixed. Birth control is just a tow truck. I want to actually fix your car.

Cut forward a few years when Ted and I are seeking help for infertility. Our blood work experience has already taught us to only work with doctors trained in NaPro, but we needed to meet with a local OB to arrange for ultrasounds to be sent to our doctor. (He was three hours away. NaPro is worth. the. drive.) I started to tell the OB just a tad about my history and was about to ask him if he would simply order ultrasounds for me and let us use his technician when he interrupted me. “It looks like, with your history, you’re going to need In-Vitro. I highly doubt you’ll ever get pregnant on your own.” I told him that, as a Catholic, that was not a moral option and not something I wanted to do. He just restated his stupid opinion and acted like I was crazy. He did consent to ordering the ultrasounds, however, which was all we needed from him.

A year later, after his technician conducted our ultrasound series and our NaPro doctor prescribed the right medicine, I gave birth to our beautiful daughter just two hours before Dr. In-Vitro went on call. If she had been born just a bit later he would have been the doctor catching her. I was actually disappointed it didn’t work out that way. I would have loved to have had the opportunity to look him the eye and say, “Remember me?“. Don’t think I wouldn’t have done it.

Because I had a doctor who understood NFP and was able to read my charts, he never once suggested that I wasn’t able to get pregnant without artificial reproductive technology. He fixed the problem. He healed my body. And he gave us our Hannah.

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3. NFP helps you identify the best possible days for conception. If you’ve been following Haley’s series, you are aware of the fact that you can use NFP to avoid pregnancy by avoiding sex on certain days. But you can also increase your chances of getting pregnant by having lots of sex at the right times!

Anyone who has dealt with infertility knows that’s not nearly as fun as it sounds.

Nuff said?

4. NFP treats the whole person. We are body and soul. We cannot find healing in a system of medicine that only seeks to treat our body. When I sought out doctors who were committed to treating me with NFP and NaPro technology I found doctors who truly cared about me. I’ve worked with four different NFP only doctors in three different states and each of them has helped me deal with the spiritual and emotional aspects of infertility just as much as the physical. One doctor told me of his prayers for me the morning of my first surgery. Another allowed Ted to bless his hands with holy water before going in for surgery a second time. Each of them took the time to fully explain things to me, allowed me time to process and grieve, offered me tissues, and assured me of their prayers. I’m not saying you can’t also find that in mainstream medicine, but holy doctors seem to abound the world of NaPro. And the world needs holy doctors to treat more than just medical conditions.

NFP is powerful. It’s information that every women deserves to have about her body. Especially women struggling to get pregnant.

That’s real medicine. That’s what got me pregnant.

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Kaitlin is a Catholic wife who, by the grace of God, has gone from blogging about infertility to blogging about motherhood. She writes at More Like Mary~More Like Me.
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Little HolyDays: First Advent

Something from the archives today. I wrote this little reflection soon after Benjamin was born. It feels appropriate especially since I’m expecting during Advent again. Don’t forget to link up with Little HolyDays with your old and new posts for this second week of Advent (Link Up at the bottom of the page)!

I was huge. Not just big—gigantic. Even before I entered my third trimester, well-intentioned old ladies would pat my shoulder and say, “Any day now!” encouragingly as I waddled my way through the grocery store. Considering the raging pregnancy hormones running through my system, I’m impressed that I didn’t slap any of the kind-hearted dears. I was huge.

As it neared the end of November, I started wearing flip-flops exclusively because my swollen feet wouldn’t fit into anything else. I think I gave up on other footwear after one particularly bad day when my husband had to help me get my boots off as I helplessly yelled inchoate phrases about being the only woman who would be pregnant forever. My maternity coat didn’t fit anymore by the time it was cold enough to wear it which enraged me further. When I wasn’t at work, I was lying on the couch or in the bath tub trying to remember what it felt like to be able to see my toes.  Then I would see a tiny limb change position—reminding me that my massive tummy housed a moving, living child.

As December neared and Advent began I considered this season for perhaps the first time. I had lighted Advent candles as a little girl and been excited about Christmas coming but had never considered the season as anything except a Pre-Christmas countdown. I came to realize that this is as incomplete an understanding of Advent as a definition of pregnancy as simply the nine months preceding a birth.

While I tried to remember what my feet looked like, I remembered the Blessed Virgin Mary.  I confess that I had never thought much about her before. I had never felt that we had anything in common until now. But as my belly got rounder and rounder and my back got achier and achier, I remembered her. She has done this, I thought. She has felt her child move in her womb, perhaps even responding to the sound of her voice or her song. She experienced this miracle of life taking place within her.

In our modern disenchanted age we have not completely lost our fascination with the miracle of new life.  Whenever I dragged my sleepy pregnant body to public places my experience was different than ever before. Little children looked at my belly, fascinated, sometimes even trying to give my belly a pat or lift up my shirt to discover if there was really a baby inside. Other mothers smiled at me and grandmothers reassured me. My ordinary child, this new ordinary life, elicited such a response of amazement. How much more miraculous is the coming of our Lord?, I began to wonder.

For unto us a child is born.  Unto us a son is given.

I was expecting my son during the season of expectation. The word comes from expectare—to wait, to hope, to look for. I did all this things. At first there was a contentment in the waiting and the hoping but eventually the groaning, miserable discomfort led to a readiness to be delivered of the tiny tyrant reigning over me from my womb.  A week before my due date I was so exhausted and so tired of bumping the counters with my colossal tummy and getting up 10 times a night because the little angel had given my bladder yet another energetic punch, that I began to lose it a bit. I couldn’t go to work one more day.  I couldn’t fit behind my desk. I couldn’t sleep. Until the discomfort crossed a certain threshold and I was struck with a desperate desire to be pregnant not a day longer, the pain of delivery was alarming to me and I remained unprepared.  Now it did not frighten me. Anything but this. I started to understand that it is not until we are exhausted, ill with our condition, miserable, that we are ready for Christ—when we can really desire to be delivered.

I kept thinking about the Blessed Virgin Mary. Was she as desperate to give birth as I was? I considered with wonder how when her baby boy was delivered, he would in turn deliver her, deliver me, deliver my own unborn son.

As I waited in joyous, miserable, anxious expectation, I started to understand an inkling of what it must have felt like to wait for the Messiah, Mary’s son. I begin to understand the Joy born to the world on Christmas and present with us now as I heard the sound of the first beautiful and strong cry of my newborn son. I realized in a new way how to wait with groaning and expectation for our Lord’s return in glory. It was my first Advent.

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We are three Catholic bloggers (Carrots, MollyMakesDo, and Dualing Moms) who love to observe the liturgical year to deepen our families’ faith and build up the domestic church. We would love to hear about your family’s celebrations and traditions! Please join us in “redeeming the time” in this Year of Faith by sharing your posts (old or new) about feast days, liturgical seasons, etc. in this new linkup. We are starting at the beginning of the Liturgical Year: The Season of Advent!

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11 Ways to Survive Morning Sickness

Confession: I secretly despise pregnant women who don’t get morning sickness. I know, I know. It’s insane and unreasonable but y’all…I get morning sickness SO BAD that when I hear a woman say cheerily, “I feel amazing when I’m pregnant! I never feel nauseous for a minute!” it takes all the willpower I have not to slap her perky little face.

During my first pregnancy I threw up every day (usually twice) for 5 months and I still had 24/7 nausea until month 7. My second pregnancy was much easier but I still had the nausea well into the second trimester. So, that makes me some sort of expert on feeling terrible. I am not, however, any sort of medical professional so keep that in mind as you read my advice for coping with morning sickness. And please call your midwife or doctor if you think you are experiencing symptoms beyond the limits of normal pregnancy morning sickness.

OK, here’s my tips:

1. Snack, snack, snack. Eat little snacks all the time. ALL THE FREAKING TIME. If it’s been an hour since you ate a bite, it’s been too long.

2. Get lots and lots of protein. I know that dry toast is all that sounds good but TRY to sneak in protein wherever you can. It will keep your blood sugar more regulated. Protein is your friend. Make sure you get some to start out the day and have some right before going to bed. Otherwise you’ll wake up feeling like a truck ran over you.

3. Sugar is your enemy. I get such a sweet tooth during pregnancy but DON’T GIVE IN. Sugary foods will make your blood sugar spike and crash and you will feel miserable. If your morning sickness is really dreadful, even cutting out fruit might be necessary for a time.

4. Don’t even think about getting out of bed before eating. Set a high protein snack on your bedside table before going to sleep so that you can grab your bag of almonds or peanut butter crackers or whatever seems to help rather than exacerbate your nausea. Munch for awhile before lifting your head off the pillow. Hopefully, this will help you not vomit immediately after your feet touch the floor.

5. Try to get plenty of sleep. If you’ve got young children in the house, this might just be wishful thinking but do TRY. Anytime I skimp on sleep during the first few weeks of pregnancy I spend the entire next day puking.

6. Beans. I don’t know why but I always crave beans (esp. tacos) when I’m pregnant and ill. I looked it up and apparently there’s some sort of scientific mumbo jumbo about beans helping remove toxins from your system that might be contributing to the nausea. I don’t know if that’s true. All I know is beans.

7. Frozen snacks. Sometimes by eating frozen blueberries or ice chips I can pull some sort of Jedi mind trick on my body so that it forgets that it was about to throw up. I’m just awesome like that.

8. Change your prenatal vitamin. During my second pregnancy I took a small Folic Acid and B vitamin and several other vitamins that are important for pregnancy through out the day instead of taking them all together in one big prenatal multivitamin. I think this helped a lot. Every time I try to swallow one of the giant prenatal horse pill vitamins, it comes right back up. Sometimes prenatal vitamins with lots of iron can be especially difficult to keep down during morning sickness. Your midwife or doctor might be able to recommend a different vitamin until the morning sickness improves.

9. Call a Fellow Sufferer. Sometimes when nothing physical helps keeps the nausea at bay, the best thing to do is call a friend who is part of the same Puking-all-the-time Club or has been there before who can sympathize and listen to you rant and rave about your misery. They can also reassure you that you won’t be a pregnant-forever medical anomaly and that this too shall pass.

10. Ease your mind: talk to your Health Care Provider. Get reassured by your midwife or doctor that baby is still thriving even though you can’t keep anything down. Like many other women, I wasn’t able to gain anything in the first trimester (and some women even lose a few pounds) due to morning sickness. It always helps to hear your midwife assure you all your puking isn’t hurting baby.

11. Keep Your Eye on the Prize: A fellow pregnancy puker and dear friend keeps her baby’s ultrasound picture on the bathroom mirror so that she’s reminded of her precious one every time she experiences another bout of vomiting misery for his sake. I promise your baby will be worth it no matter how many times you throw up. I promise that when you feast your eyes on your new baby you will think to yourself, “I would have gone through much worse for you, little one. I would do it again, a thousand times over.”

Do you experience morning sickness during pregnancy? What helps you cope?

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First Advent: Repost

This is a repost from last year of a piece I wrote for our beloved Landing Literary Society in Waco about what pregnancy taught me about Advent and I’m thinking of sweet friends who are expecting this year during the Advent season (hi, Jen, Jeni, and Emily!)

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I was huge. Not just big—gigantic. Even before I entered my third trimester, well-intentioned old ladies would pat my shoulder and say, “Any day now!” encouragingly as I waddled my way through the grocery store. Considering the raging pregnancy hormones running through my system, I’m impressed that I didn’t slap any of the kind-hearted dears. I was huge.

As it neared the end of November, I started wearing flip-flops exclusively because my swollen feet wouldn’t fit into anything else. I think I gave up on other footwear after one particularly bad day when my husband had to help me get my boots off as I helplessly yelled inchoate phrases about being the only woman who would be pregnant forever. My maternity coat didn’t fit anymore by the time it was cold enough to wear it which enraged me further. When I wasn’t at work, I was lying on the couch or in the bath tub trying to remember what it felt like to be able to see my toes.  Then I would see a tiny limb change position—reminding me that my massive tummy housed a moving, living child.

As December neared and Advent began I considered this season for perhaps the first time. I had lighted Advent candles as a little girl and been excited about Christmas coming but had never considered the season as anything except a Pre-Christmas countdown. I came to realize that this is as incomplete an understanding of Advent as a definition of pregnancy as simply the nine months preceding a birth.

While I tried to remember what my feet looked like, I remembered the Blessed Virgin Mary.  I confess that I had never thought much about her before. I had never felt that we had anything in common until now. But as my belly got rounder and rounder and my back got achier and achier, I remembered her. She has done this, I thought. She has felt her child move in her womb, perhaps even responding to the sound of her voice or her song. She experienced this miracle of life taking place within her.

In our modern disenchanted age we have not completely lost our fascination with the miracle of new life.  Whenever I dragged my sleepy pregnant body to public places my experience was different than ever before. Little children looked at my belly, fascinated, sometimes even trying to give my belly a pat or lift up my shirt to discover if there was really a baby inside. Other mothers smiled at me and grandmothers reassured me. My ordinary child, this new ordinary life, elicited such a response of amazement. How much more miraculous is the coming of our Lord?, I began to wonder.

For unto us a child is born.  Unto us a son is given.

I was expecting my son during the season of expectation. The word comes fromexpectare—to wait, to hope, to look for. I did all this things. At first there was a contentment in the waiting and the hoping but eventually the groaning, miserable discomfort led to a readiness to be delivered of the tiny tyrant reigning over me from my womb.  A week before my due date I was so exhausted and so tired of bumping the counters with my colossal tummy and getting up 10 times a night because the little angel had given my bladder yet another energetic punch, that I began to lose it a bit. I couldn’t go to work one more day.  I couldn’t fit behind my desk. I couldn’t sleep. Until the discomfort crossed a certain threshold and I was struck with a desperate desire to be pregnant not a day longer, the pain of delivery was alarming to me and I remained unprepared.  Now it did not frighten me. Anything but this. I started to understand that it is not until we are exhausted, ill with our condition, miserable, that we are ready for Christ—when we can really desire to be delivered.

I kept thinking about the Blessed Virgin Mary. Was she as desperate to give birth as I was? I considered with wonder how when her baby boy was delivered, he would in turn deliver her, deliver me, deliver my own unborn son.

As I waited in joyous, miserable, anxious expectation, I started to understand an inkling of what it must have felt like to wait for the Messiah, Mary’s son. I begin to understand the Joy born to the world on Christmas and present with us now as I heard the sound of the first beautiful and strong cry of my newborn son. I realized in a new way how to wait with groaning and expectation for our Lord’s return in glory. It was my first Advent.

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