I honestly don’t get a chance to shoot very often, let alone edit very often. Two under three is no joke. Especially when you hardly have any help. Shoot, we’ve never even gone out since Selah was born 9 months ago. When I was VERY pregnant with Selah, I helped shoot a wedding. Actually almost all shoots I’ve done in the last few years I’ve been pregnant. Go figure. Even though this wedding was a a year ago, I want to share them because I just love the bride’s joy in them.
Introducing Selah Jo Wild
On Wednesday, December 20, 2017, our family welcomed a new baby girl into our lives. For that we are eternally grateful. She is Here. She might not be home with us or in our arms but she's alive and currently thriving. She's proven to be a strong little fighter and this mama will hug her for all of her days for being so strong. Even on the days where strong is difficult.
Here she is at 5 days old. She nearly has all of her wires, electrodes, and iv's removed. Someday soon we hope she won't have to hear beeping machines as her normal white noise.
(a more detailed story coming soon, this mama is currently still really exhausted and finding words to say)
Bumpdate: 38 Weeks
I've been horrible at documenting this pregnancy. Same with my last. I wish I was better at time-management. Maybe that'll be a New Year's goal this year. I have a long list of crap that hasn't been done and I feel like I disappoint lots of people with the stuff that I don't do. But, for this moment, what can I do. Moving on.
This pregnancy has been really weird. I see a higher risk dr because of my preeclamsia with Margot. Sometimes it's stressful because everything always comes back fine but every small thing that comes up, requires more testing or more stress. I would say a majority of my appointments end with, oh by the way, I don't like one result so please go take this blood test before you leave. I stress about the results, don't receive a call, but luckily everything is online eventually, and all is fine. On Monday, I had one of those appointments. My doctor, who I should add, I am grateful that she cares enough to pay attention to the little things, told me EVERYTHING was looking perfect and she didn't need to see me until the NEXT Friday. Which would be almost 2 weeks away and 3 days before my due date. I'm sitting here thinking, "wow, okay. whew." Then she begins to check my big belly and gives me a look. I hate looks.
My belly had a rash on it. Mind you, I had a wool sweater on, I just had a HOT shower, and had recently put lotion on, and have been getting a million stretch marks a night. So naturally, I'm not worried. But she was. She checks baby's heart rate, all was good. She then tells me, she's afraid my liver might have an infection and I need to get blood work immediately to determine if she was going to induce on Thursday. Even if everything came back clear she now wanted to see me at the end of the week again to check again. Drama, drama, drama. I get my results at 3 am. All looked great except one thing, then I googled that, and thought my kidney's were failing. Turns out, I'm pretty sure I misread that at 3 am. So Here we are, Wednesday, and as far as I know, I AM NOT having a baby tomorrow. But sometimes with my dr, you just never know. Also if you know anything about our life, you would think, naturally, there'd be a baby came into this world with rather dramatically. But here, we are 38 weeks and I've never been pregnant for this long. I've surpassed my personal goals of thanksgiving, and almost, knock on wood, December 1. Let's see how long I can last.
My Little Valentine
Here we are and this girl is almost 10 months old. She's exactly how I imagined her to be after the first 24 hours with her. She's stubborn and strong. She's joyful and doesn't want to miss out on a single thing which is both frustrating and endearing. She slept for the first time last month in her crib. It was easy putting her down for naps and bedtime. But now, that she can stand and scoot and move around. She doesn't want to miss anything. So now it's like we are back to the beginning of no sleeping but this time Margot moves and can injure herself. Cheers to never sleeping again.
Our weekly photos are getting harder and harder to take. Staged photos are a nightmare. Friends, I felt like the worst mom after this one. The majority of the photos are blurry because this little one can't sit still. Margot ate process sugar and dyes for the first time EVER. I couldn't keep these conversation hearts out of her reach quick enough. I would find a handful in her mouth and she would scream every time I took them out of her little mouth. This girl is crazy. Ah, but I love her.
What Margot is wearing: Leggings- l'oved baby organics, Turban- Vannusco, Knitted Top- Maruma Kids
