Here we are again

Here we are again. At the hospital, the pretty young nurse with false eyelashes tells me solemnly that they don’t really recommend swaddling for babies anymore – “we like for them to self-soothe,” she says. That’s nice, I say. And…

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Introducing Margaret Love!

Introducing our pearl, our gift of God, our Margaret Love! On Sunday morning, I got up with the tinies to let Brian sleep in a bit before church. It was International Women’s Day and I decided that instead of laying…

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This is my metaphor

Birth has been the hardest work of my life and the best work of my life. In these final days, I’ve realised afresh that experiencing birth has been – and continues to be – the greatest altar of my life for encountering God. This…

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A complicated peace

This surprise pregnancy arrived with more complicated feelings than I expected. I don’t think it makes me a bad mum or a bad woman to admit to that complexity, to confess the squirrelly, overwhelmed, and terrified feelings of a complete reorientation of…

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Flutters and faith

I have three tinies and this is my eighth pregnancy. Those kinds of odds can mess with a woman. As I said a few weeks ago when I first told you about this baby, it’s been a bit of a…

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