Angie Wilson Update

Ladies,

Thank you to everyone for praying for Angie Wilson and her family this past Friday as she under-went surgery for a cancerous tumor in her brain.  The surgery went well and they were able to remove the whole tumor.  Since they have determined the tumor is cancerous, she will need to receive radiation treatments over the next few weeks.  Please continue to keep her, her husband Gregg, and their two children in your prayers.  If you would like to help her family, a care calendar has been set up.  Please contact Tiffany Foss at fosshouse@comcast.net to receive the web-link and pass-codes to sign up to bring this family a meal.
Sincerely,

Brittany

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C-Section babies and their emotional Moms

Taking care of a newborn is tough.  Add recovering from major abdominal surgery, and it’s the biggest double-whammy of your life.

I’m not one who has experienced many failed expectations in life.  I’ve not been naive about life’s struggles, but I have been spared many trials.  So when I had a textbook conception and pregnancy, I assumed that my baby’s birth would be the same.  Just like many other women, I had dreamed about what this day would, and would not, be like.  And after 12 hours of labor and pushing, hearing the words, “I’m sorry, but you are going to need a c-section,” crushed my already delicate emotional state.

Intertwined with my frail, new mommy-jitters were people that surrounded me with love and encouragement.  However, their encouragement did not give me the opportunity to grieve what felt like a lost opportunity.  I thought, “Shouldn’t I just be happy that I had a healthy and beautiful baby boy?”  But I still couldn’t answer the question, “Why did I have to miss out on my right-of-passage into motherhood?”

After several years of compartmentalizing my emotions and dismissing my “baby blues,” I was offered some advice:  to give myself permission to grieve my birthing process.  I can now say after many tears and my second c-section birth that my emotional and physical scars have healed.  God has opened my eyes to see that no matter how a child is conceived, developed, or delivered – it is all about a work that is greater than myself or my expectations.

Should we have a birthing plan?

I read recently in an article called Labor Day in an issue of Babytalk that only 16 percent of women said their delivery was the way they’d dreamed it would be.  That means 84 percent of women experienced some form of disappointment.  That leaves me to believe that we can dream about the perfect birth but our labor and delivery experience is not always up to us.  It’s up to our uterus, our cervix, our baby, our doctor, our nurses…  So the question has to be asked, “Are we doing ourselves a disservice by creating birthing plans?”

Why?!

Why is it raining?  Because God thought it needed to rain today.  Why is it wet outside?  Because it’s raining. Why is it raining?  Because God thought it needed to rain today. Why can’t I go outside?  Because it’s raining. Why is it raining?  I already told you.  Why do you think you can’t go outside? I don’t remember.

UGH!  The paragraph above is a typical conversation with my three-year-old every five minutes of everyday. I think it’s safe to say we are in the “Why Phase”.  I heard one time that kids will ask “Why?” upwards of 200 times a day.  That is an average of 100 times per 12 hours!

Sometimes I would like to turn it around on him and ask, “Why won’t you eat your vegetables?  Why do you have to talk back to me?  Why won’t you sleep past 6:30am?”

Sometimes these “Why” conversations end like this: “Son, I just don’t know.”  “Yes, you do!”  “No, I don’t.” “Yes, you do, you tell me!”

 

As much as I would like to believe that I do know everything – I don’t.  So for now I just ask the One who does know, “Lord, why won’t these questions end?”

Wee-Hours-of-the-Morning Prayer

It occurred to me yesterday morning as I was celebrating my 3-month-old sleeping through the night that…I was sad.  I missed and longed for our time together in the middle of the night.  Strange, huh?  In this newborn fog surrounding me I would miss having interrupted sleep!  I started treasuring that middle of the night feedings with my first son and yet again with my second.  Why, you ask?  The story begins with a shower gift.  A dear friend of mine gave me a book called, “While They Were Sleeping – 12 Character Traits for Moms to Pray”.  I thought it was a sweet gesture, but didn’t really get the full meaning of the gift as I was focused on more practical things like diapers, boppy pillows, and burp cloths.   I set it aside with a smile and a thank you note.

Soon, my first son, Will, arrived.  One night I woke up while feeding him and realized that I had NO IDEA what had happened in the last 30 minutes!  I started to pray that God would help me get through the nights, awake!  That is when He answered my prayer.

God recalled that book to my fuzzy brain.  I got it out and started to utilize those middle-of-the-night times to pray over my son.  Not only did this keep me awake, but also the by-product was a special bond in the dark, still, quiet of the room between my son and me.  I started to expand my prayers.  Not only did I pray for specific characteristics (humility, teachability, forgiveness, obedience, discernment, purity, responsibility, courage, servanthood and contentment), but also I prayed for his marriage and future bride.

I love sleep, but nothing is better than cradling your baby and praying over him.  I just might have to start setting an alarm!  Don’t they say sleep is overrated?

– Brittany Bruns

Title: Mommy

When I became pregnant, I was working full-time at a job where I had a director-level title, received senior-level pay, was a supervisor to seven, and a Mother-To-Be.  Having my first child rocked my world.  I never knew how much of my identity was wrapped up in my title at work, until God stripped me of it all and called me to be a Stay-At-Home-Mom.

God had to take the first year of my son’s life to show me my worth as a mom.  That year in our family’s Christmas letter I wrote these words, “Coming from the corporate world, the title of Mom does not get you into to many “fine dining” or “elite crowd” experiences. But for me, I’ve learned that bringing home a paycheck or having a title before my name doesn’t increase my being pleasing to God.  I have just as many opportunities to please Him within the four walls of my family room as I would in a corner office.  Tying little shoes, reading picture books, and making hotdogs grants me just as much potential to hear, “Well done good and faithful servant,” as I would have if I performed brain surgery.  The significance to all of this work at home is that it gives me the opportunity to serve my family and pursue a life of great value before the Lord.  As I cast off the burdens of being ranked among the most accomplished and pursue His approval instead, I see the road that lies before me – and it leads me home.

– Brittany Bruns

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