Mom's Special Day

On this day 14 years ago, I officially became a mama at home. By that I mean, I actually got to bring my 3 1/2 month old son home from the hospital.


He was a whopping 4 lbs. 4 oz on the day he came home. He had been in the NICU 103 days. It is amazing to think that he doesn't hold the record. He did come close, though.

We had real concerns. He was on oxygen for over 6 weeks. How would that effect development? Was his vision okay? Was his hearing okay? Would he be functional or have special needs?

At that point, I didn't really care either way. I was just so thrilled to be a mama!


It took him quite a while to start catching up in development. He was so tiny. In this picture, at about 7 months old, he was weighing in at 8 pounds. But he still liked to explore and check out his toys.


In this picture with Dad, he was about 8-9 months old. That means he was weighing about 9-10 pounds. He was getting stronger and stronger.

I have tons and tons of pictures (Dad found my CD!!!) The kids and I could spend all day pouring over them.

After 14 years of marriage and 2 miscarriages. We were just so amazed to have baby at all.

Four years later, that boy began praying for a sister. So when she arrived, he was thrilled to pieces. And I got double blessed.


I do get tired. I do get frustrated. I do stay confused. I do try to stay on my knees knowing how to the next stage.

However, this has been an amazing, thrilling, precious, precious adventure.

Here he is at 14 laying on the crib mattress before it was sent away. Boy, has he grown!


I am so thankful that there is still more of this journey to be had!

Photos - My Age is Showing!

I LOVE photographs!

My husband and I have at least 3 photo albums (the old kind) full of photos from our high school years together.

Of course, we have an album of wedding pictures.

Then we have double albums of some of those vacations we took since we didn't have children to spend our money on.

My son has one big, full photo album of just him during his first 6 months or so of life (including the 3 months of NICU). Very humbling, but now it is delightful.

However, about the time he was born, the world was slowly making the shift from film to digital. We compromised during that time and had our film developed AND they put the pictures on disc for us. That was wonderful!


By the time Little Girl came along, 4 years later, most of the world had gone digital and I had not had time (or money) to figure out how to do anything with all of those digital images. Honey burned some CDs for me, but I am not sure if we know where those are.

Now I know how to transfer them from my digital camera onto my computer. I even know how to Photoshop them enough to make them a decent size for sending in email. (But I don't know how to make me look better in photos.)

But I really miss photo albums! At this point, I can't just take these thousands of images in and have them printed. My honey doesn't make enough in one year to let me do that. *sigh*

I do flip through my photo files sometimes. The kids and I giggle and retell stories. But it isn't the same as being cuddled up on the couch to do that.

My kids roll their eyes at my moments of longing for the "old" ways. And please tell why the old ways are so bad. Thank you very much!