Monday, August 5, 2013

God's Grace & Toddlerhood

"My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness."
2 Corinthians 12:9
Little Jack
January 2013

 I have a 3 year old.  To all those who are the least familiar with toddlers realize that that is enough said.  I find myself wondering lately what happened to the sweet little boy I had a little over a year ago.  I also find myself wondering what have I done to make him so whiney and disrespectful.

Last night as I lay in bed . . . .  by myself!  (As Daddy Jack was at work, Ava was asleep in her cradle,  and Little Jack was off at Grandmas.  Only the second time he's ever spent the night away from home.  But this mother hen had had it up to her eyeballs for one day.  So that's why I found myself in bed by myself. )

Last night as I lay in bed, I found myself reflecting - a lot.  I had just read a devotion from My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers about how brave God is to choose us humans for His purposes.  Which at the time seemed like just another devotion . . . .  What was on my mind was how I cannot do this, how I'm a failure at motherhood.  And I'm absolutely right!  I cannot do this on my own.
"It is not a question of our equipment but of our poverty, not of what we bring with us, but of what God puts into us; not a question of natural virtues of strength of character, knowledge, and experience - all that is of no avail in the matter.  The only thing that avails is that we are taken up into the big compelling of God and made His comrades."
My Utmost for His Highest, August 4
God has entrusted me with these two little souls.  He has chosen me to raise them.  (God truly is brave!)  Little ole me who has nothing, who is nothing without Him. 

I found myself begging for more and more grace!  It's not about Little Jack's whineyness and disrespect; it's about me accepting God's daily provision.

And He let me know how much He misses me.  I have neglected the One Who provides - strength, patience, creativity, energy, love, and anything else that is needed to live with a 3 year old!  How could I have expected the environment around here to have been any different!?!
"The main thing about Christianity is not the work we do, but the relationship we maintain and the atmosphere produced by that relationship."
My Utmost for His Highest, August 4

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Ava Hardy Moye: A Birth Story

The Moye's
April 2013
 May 17 came and went.  And we were all miserable.  This had been a hard pregnancy for me - 15 weeks of nausea and vomiting followed by months of catching every bug that came around accompanied by the diagnosis of gestational diabetes, dehydration, and hormones that made me absolutely unbearable to live with.  (Bless the hearts of Daddy Jack and Little Jack!)

Over the next week I experienced a few nights of intense contractions which went away during the day.   My OB appointment came Thursday, May 23, with fetal monitoring, an ultrasound, and devastating news - a necessary c-section because of the possibility of Intrauterine Growth Restriction (IUGR).  (Which is quite funny since just the week before everyone was worried about Little Baby Sister being too big because of my gestational diabetes.)  With the previous experience of a c-section, I absolutely did not want a repeat one, strongly desiring an unmedicated vaginal birth.  However, we scheduled a c-section for Friday morning, and I went home determined to induce labor naturally.

Now I had read A LOT about natural birth, and we had even strongly considered a home birth.  One book I encourage all to read is Ina May Gaskin’s Guide to Childbirth.  She advises, “what gets the baby in, gets the baby out.”  Also, nipple stimulation (with breast pump, in my case) induces labor naturally.  These work, for I was in labor within two hours!  It was 11:00 pm.

Of course, I thought it was just going to be another restless night with intense contractions that would just merely go away come morning.  I had told Jack earlier that I wanted to go to the hospital early to get another ultrasound and a second opinion, if possible.  As I packed Little Jack’s bag for his couple days stay under someone else’s care, I had to catch my breath about every three minutes.  We decided to call Grandma and go ahead to the hospital.  It was 2:30 am.

Finally after laboring through the laborious (no pun intended) process of registration and the long walk to the labor and delivery ward, and struggling into that stylish hospital gown, and relieving my bladder which had come to hold only a few ounces, and maneuvering ungracefully into the bed, my water broke!  But it had traces of meconium in it (to add to my list of concerns for the doctors!).  I was 4 cm. and 90% effaced.  It was 3:00 am.

In three hours, I transitioned to active labor.  Unbeknown to me, since I had never experienced this before.  But I realized it quite soon thereafter!  The next 45 minutes proved my womanhood.  Now, I had made up my mind to deliver without medication (my birth plan even requested no saline lock, which was surprisingly honored) so I had to constantly remind myself that this still was not as painful as c-section recovery!

And I had a wonderful support team who blessed me through this journey.   I wouldn’t have had such a positive experience without a magnificent midwife who exhibited such patience and flexibility, an understanding nurse, a doula as my advocate and comforter who administered back and leg massages during labor, and my marvelous husband who was the biggest encourager and inspiration through the whole experience (and who also allowed me to almost break his thumb by my amazing strength during contractions and pushing.  Some words of advice from a dear friend from long ago: never give a laboring woman the hand you write with and never wear a tie to labor and delivery.). 

For 45 minutes I let go of all inhibitions.  I yelled, screamed, groaned, grunted, and made jokes.  I figured I would be rather quiet since I don’t harbor a loud personality.  And I sure didn’t expect to be funny during so much pain.  I hoped every excruciating push was the last one.  When it wasn’t and I came down from the peak of the contraction, I assured myself I could do it again (and that it still wasn’t as bad as c-section recovery!).  I visualized my baby girl inching her way down and out.  For me, the pushing wasn’t nearly as trying as the laboring.  Maybe I had entered a state of mind where I knew I was in the short rows.  Maybe I had begun to rely fully on my support team with my physical and mental well being.  It was 6:47 am.

With one last awfully long push, a little baby girl emerged.  Feelings of exhilaration rushed over me despite my exhausted.  But, I surprisingly wanted to be detached from her.  Like I needed a break to catch my breath and concentrate on what needed to be done next.  To be able to be lost in the momentary whirlwind of necessity without it ruining love’s first embrace.  I certainly wanted her to have my undivided attention when the time came!

Little Baby Sister

Oh!  That first embrace!  So sweet!  So loving!  So blissful!  Absolutely perfect!  Reflecting on her birth while gazing on that soft newborn face and into those glassy newborn eyes as she rooted - complete euphoria!
Our First Embrace
I did it!  I avoided a c-section.  I had my VBAC without medication.  The doctors and nursing staff honored my birthing requests.  God blessed me with the perfect birthing team.  And He gave me a tiny, healthy, beautiful baby girl, Ava Hardy Moye.

Ava Hardy Moye
2 Weeks Old

Monday, March 4, 2013

Great Cloth Diaper Change 2013

The Real Diaper Circle of Wayne County 
is hosting a Great Cloth Diaper Change! 


Saturday, April 20, 2013
10:00 AM
Daniels Memorial United Methodist Church
Fellowship Hall
2802 E. Ash St., Goldsboro, NC

FREE & Open to the Public
$1.00 Donation Requested

Please preregister at

Facebook Event at

The Great Cloth Diaper Change Website at

  • Baby being diapered must be 39" or less.
  • The cloth diaper being used must be 100% reusable & commercially available.

Friday, January 18, 2013

Home Management Binder - The Plunge

In the many blogs I subscribe to, a home management notebook keeps popping up.  Upon exploring such a dreadful-sounding thing, I have discovered this is exactly what I need.  And it's right up my alley!  Mama always said I spent more time getting organized to study than I ever did studying.  This will be an undertaking of getting more organized to be organized!

Our home needs better organization.  And not just physically.  Important information needs to be collected in one place, for example.  I hope that this project aids with other goals I've set for the New Year - meal planning, decluttering, crafting, and becoming fiscally fit.

I look forward in the weeks and months ahead to share the Journey of my Home Management Binder with you!

. . . but as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord."  Joshua 24:15

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Thomas the Train & the Mini Blind

That's right, Thomas the Train saves the mini blind in Little Jack's room.  Well...not Thomas himself, but one of his friends, Belle, the fire engine and her fire house.
"If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him."
James 1:5
We purchased a room darkening mini blind when Little Jack was a little baby.  And had it custom cut for the window.  Our desperate attempt to get him to sleep longer in the morning (hasn't worked, by the way).  I meticulously measured that window and headed to Lowe's with confidence.  I guess my inches and Lowe's inches are different.  Or the window expanded while I was gone.

It worked for a while and then every once in a while if you looked at it wrong, it would fall in the floor.  And that's where it has been since Christmas.

Little Jack received lots of Thomas the Train collectibles for Christmas.  One being Belle and her Sodor Fire Department #36.  If you have bought any Thomas the Train toys lately or probably anything of that nature, it comes screwed to the box for security purposes.  That's a shame, but that's how Belle saves the mini blind.

the wooden attachment securing the Sodor Fire Department #36

I took the wooden attachment that secured the Sodor Fire Department #36 in the box AND used the screws to attach to the window frame.

mini blind bracket
Then I attached the mini blind bracket to the wooden attachment.

finished project
Now our mini blind fits in the window!  There is a little gap where light can squeeze through, but for the most part it will function well.  Surely better than on the floor.  And our frustration level will surely diminish (at least with the mini blind).

And if for some reason our window frame expands again, we have the other wooden attachment AND more screws!

Belle to the rescue, in Sodor and Rabbittown!