I’ve been swinging back and forth between writing this post or not because I know it might be offensive to some. I find the courage to publish this putting my baby before anybody else, family or friend. Call me overprotective or madamot or OA, that’s far less important than our dear Chadric Noah‘s health. I do hope you don’t take offense but instead, see that I’m just standing my ground as a mom—a new one at that!
So, how did I overcome the breastfeeding trauma, baby blues, and everything that smashed me those days? More than a deliberate effort on my end, here’s what I was led to hold on to…
February 20, 2017. We finally met our dear Chadric Noah. He was our much-awaited bundle of joy, but too soon and sudden, I drowned, feeling everything was more like an overwhelming chunk of responsibility. Sharing this to help first-time expectant mothers be more prepared than I was.
I personally believe that the name parents give to their children are important. It’s one of the first declarations parents can make over the lives of their children. I’m glad my husband shares the same belief! Sharing with you what’s behind the name of our first son. ❤️
Earlier this year, we prayed and fasted for a few B’s. This year has been nothing but God’s faithfulness—unmerited faithfulness. Starting an annual 23rd of December tradition. ❤️
I’ve been in long search of a 2017 planner to the point that I almost just made one myself (I’ve had the desire to produce planners, but obviously I prioritized #wGcbHd)! I’ve been getting the Starbucks planner for how many years now, but this year gave me a shift in what I needed because of…
18 weeks and counting! At least 2 more weeks and we’ll know the gender! A quick update about our newest bundle of joy. ❤️
Hello, world! It’s been obvious that I got busy the past month. September and October every year is usually a busy season for me at work. It’s the busiest, but as an organizational sustainability advocate, it’s also the most enjoyable and fulfilling for me,
If you feel powerless over what’s happening, or if you’ve been told that what you wanted was close to impossible (or totally impossible), like having been medically diagnosed with a “sure” ending, take time to read this story that will help you dare to hope against the odds.
When I was fourteen, I was in first year high school enjoying time with friends and problematic of petty things that then seemed the world to me. I don’t know what I would have done if the story you’re about to read here happened to me. If you’re going through something that has gotten you…