I have a baby in my belly and a 1-year-old and 7-year-old at home. And I have a husband that I have rarely seen since June.
My daughter, well, right now while we’re in Arizona (United States), she’s the invisible girl—hardly seen! But that’s an awesome thing. Because it means that she is usually with friends or cousins playing her little heart out. You see, we technically live in Poland (since 2001…we started something called Fundacja Bread of Life). In fact, if this surprise belly didn’t pop up, we’d be back there right now.
Yep! We were scheduled to be back in Poland on May 10th. But around May 5th, I felt a little something…called pregnant. Sure enough, about 10 dollar store tests later, we both finally believed it. Good thing our mud run was the day before, eh?
And so, my hubby and I decided that there is very little in life (outside of Jesus) that is more important to us than our children.
You see, we went through 5 years of very hollow infertility before God gave us Adelyne Marguerite.
And then it was another 5 years before God gave us our heavenly baby Sam (here’s a honest look at loss and miscarriage: http://wp.me/p3Bh9m-6B).
And, well, I haven’t shared it all on this page, but then 2 years after Sam, we were given Maxwell Loren. But he was a gift that was almost returned to heaven. We nearly lost him…multiple times. He’s our spirited little fighter and an absolute joy in our life.
And that brings us to today…a year after Maxwell was born. Now I’m pregnant with, whom we call, Belly Josephine (here’s some photos here: http://wp.me/p3Bh9m-gp), inching my way to 40 years of age. Yes, getting fossilized here, folks!
13 years of marriage to a man that I nearly didn’t date…
13 years of marriage and 4 babies: 2 that we’ve been able to keep here on earth; one waiting for us in heaven; and one kickball champ in my belly.
And we’re suppose to be in Poland.
But since we value our babies more than life itself, my husband and I decided that I would not travel and would ride out this pregnancy here in the United States with my family just one minute away. Therefore, I’ve remained in our little rental farmhouse with egg-laying chickens…and he, well he’s been back and forth and around the world getting his “work on”.
He spent the majority of his summer in Poland and Moldova and Zambia. He’s spending the majority of this fall in Africa and Europe…and I told him that if he’s not back in time for the baby, Adelyne’s my partner in the delivery room. She was thrilled with that and told me she would sit around and eat popsicles. Sounds like she’d be great support, eh?!
His work is awesome…but he’s also missed a ton: Maxwell’s first steps and most of his first words. Maxwell’s new affinity to climb all objects and to feed himself with a spoon. Josephine’s major belly kicks and several doctor’s visits to date. Most of Adelyne’s swim meets, and so much more.
In fact, he’s been gone so much that my son walks past the computer and says, “Hi, Dadda!”
I say all this to say…
Home. Alone. With an invisible 7-year-old. With a 1-year-old. With a belly baby.
I decided that NOW is the time to start a blog.
And boy it has been a challenge. And a ton of fun. And I have not one specific topic to write about—nor focus on.
Sometimes I’m all roaring wife.
Sometimes I’m all crazy momma.
Sometimes I’m zany foreigner.
And sometimes I’m all religious nut.
But…hopefully all of the time…I am real.
And, hopefully, you have enjoyed my blogging journey.
Two months, today! Woot-woot!
Over 8,500+ views.
And Fifty+ Countries on 6 continents. Thanks, friends!
It would appear that you are a bit crazy, too.
Just like I am.
Just like Rich.
I just KNEW we’d get along swell!
Looking forward to what the next two months will bring. Because often even I don’t know until the day before (or, to be honest, the morning of).
Sending you off with a big American hug and 3 Polish kisses,
Brooke (aka the first half of the crazy)