It took me eleven months to come to terms with the fact that this adjusting to mommyhood won’t ever end, and that it’s part of the joys of life. 😅
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…
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.
A lot of people we know from church is familiar with the bible verse, “put me to the test, says the Lord”. God said it, and we’re putting Him to the test through this practical application. Not that He isn’t faithful, oh He has ALWAYS been. Here’s why we’re doing this:
When we finally confirmed that I was pregnant at 5 weeks, one of the first things I asked God for was the name He wants us to give our baby. We wanted our baby’s name to declare a certain character or purpose in life.