Wednesday, November 26, 2014


A month ago, our newest little adventure arrived. Meet Bear Shephard. He clocked in at 8:16 a.m., weighing 6 lbs 13 oz.

It's amazing to look back on God's goodness and provision throughout the pregnancy and delivery. Those nine months seemed to fly by. The day Bear was born seemed like forever of course. I was challenged to pray for specific things throughout the pregnancy and to pray expectantly. It reminded me that God is sovereign over every 'little' thing that seems insignificant in my own eyes: things that seem 'too big' or impractical for God to provide (i.e. comfort during labor, a smooth recovery, health or even milk for nursing). 


When I was pregnant with Mae and Deacon, I developed preeclampsia (mucho high blood pressure) and was scheduled for C-sections. We hoped that I could avoid another surgery with Bear because recovery after a cesarean is the pits. Thankfully, we were able to deliver the ol' fashioned way! We prayed that we could have that "classic labor and delivery" story. Silly? Nope. Friends that prayed with us ask how delivery went, to which I reply, "Great! ::thumbs up::" (Give or take a few contractions.) The pain wasn't always welcome and Tod said I was a completely different woman during labor, but I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. 


Meeting Bear.
Mae: Why'd you name him Bear?
Deacon: How about Jackson?

Getting to know brother.
Mae: Is Bear crying because he doesn't have any teeth?


It's been so fun to watch Bear grow and relearn how to take care of a little one. Mae and Deacon adore their little bro and always want to hold him.  Deacon asked me today if I was going to lay Bear down after he heard him cry. Deacon knew his bro needed a nap. Either he was really concerned for Bear or he wanted a little peace and quiet while he watched his show...

These days will fly so we're cherishing them.