Handmade Christmas

This year for Christmas, we are trying to cut down on toys for Haddon (3). He has enough, and basically only plays with cars and blocks. Many of the family is giving him craft supplies and board games that will last him for years.

That left me thinking, what can WE give him?! We typically do something he wants, needs, something to wear and to read, but those ideas aren’t coming to us as readily. So this year we decided to do a few handmade gifts that will promote creativity!

Here are a few homemade gifts we are considering making for him:

1) Play dough

2) Play dough Kit

3) Finger Puppets

4) Superhero Cape

5) Superhero Mask

6) Gak


7) Shaving cream for the bathtub (not homemade, but Haddon loves bath time, so anything bath related will be a hit!)

8) Fish pillow (Not so sure of my sewing skills, but I may try!)

I’m still looking around for ideas, but I think he will be pleased with any of these!


Haddon’s Birth Story (3 years later)

Monday, October 21,2013 -4:30 am, I woke up having contractions. I got an app on my phone and started timing them: 50 seconds each and already 2 minutes apart! I laid in bed wondering if it was really happening or if they’d go away! (At 5:30 I had a few oatmeal cookies I had made that weekend, they would end up being the only thing I ate for 21 hours! Big mistake!)

At about 6:15 I woke Ben up (his alarm was set for 6:30 because he had class that day). I ended up calling the hospital to see if I should come in, and they told me to call my OB. I called and ended up talking to the Dr. on call and he said to go in. So we hopped in the shower and got everything ready (last minute items for the hospital bag!)

We left the house around 7:30 and I called Jeannie and my mom to let them know we were on our way! I also called Alicia and Amber (my sisters)(and wished Amber a happy birthday! She hoped Haddon would be born that day so they could share a birthday!). Jeannie said she would head right in to meet us there!

We got to the hospital and the contractions started being hard enough that I had to stop to breathe through them. They checked me in and, of course, got me a wheelchair much to my dismay! We went up to the L&D unit and they took me into the triage room, where there was also another couple. The nurse came in and asked me what was happening and I told her about the contractions. She witnessed me go through one and realized I was serious! We heard her out in the hallway say to another nurse that I seemed to really be laboring through the contractions (duh!). She came right back in and told me they were just going to take me straight to a room.

We got to the room and I put on the lovely gown and belly band! The nurse checked to see if I was dilated and I was to a 3 (last apt was 1cm and 90% effaced)


At some point our pediatrician came in and wished us luck, and also encouraged me about getting the epidural (I was trying to go as long as possible without one, but wasn’t against getting one!) My OB came in and checked on me too. There was a nursing student in the room throughout the day as well. I dilated very slowly, by noon I was only a 4.5/5 I think.

By 12/12:30 I was begging for the epidural (and some food, but Ben was staying strict to their orders!). The CRNA came in and gave me my epidural. I sat on the edge of the bed and Ben put his hands on my shoulders. I don’t remember it being painful, but I do remember what it sounded like… Ben said the needle was huge and she pushed it in really hard and really deep. Apparently one of the nursing students almost passed out. Once the epidural set in I was feeling good! It seemed to affect my right side more than the left so I laid on my left side a lot. 

Around 1:30 the Dr. came in and broke my waters. I couldn’t feel anything but a lot of liquid! That was supposed to get me dilating quicker, but I don’t think it did.

I slowly progressed the rest of the afternoon and evening. They eventually put me on Pitocin for 30 minutes, but took me off after Haddon didn’t respond well. Around 10 my epidural wore off the left side. It was awful. I was clutching onto the left bed rail. Poor Ben kept trying to hold my hand to help me through it. I called the nurse in and told her I needed more meds ASAP. by 11ish the CRNA came in and gave me more and shortly I was good again!

Around 11:45 it was time to start pushing! They told me first time mom’s average push time is two hours! Yikes. Jeannie said when she had her kids they pushed 3 times and they were out. Dr. told me to wait for a contraction and push 3 times, holding each one for 10 seconds. The “ring of fire” held true… it was painful. There was such an intense pressure, it all I could think of. I was so exhausted that I would relax after my 3 pushes and fall asleep. It felt as if I was in a delirium. Jeannie and Ben kept telling me how good I was doing, and so did the Dr. Always “you’re doing good” or “almost done” but never really telling me how far I had to go. Ben and Jeannie couldn’t help but watch the whole thing even though Ben didn’t want to at first!


Finally they could see his head! Dr. asked if I wanted to reach down and touch his head. I believe I did and was grossed out. HA! Next it was “EYEBROWS!!” I think at least Jeannie was crying at this point but I’m pretty sure Ben was too! And the pushing wore on… I kept telling Ben I couldn’t do it anymore and wanted to stop, it really was hard. I remember hoping I’d tear so that it would be easier to get the rest of the baby out! (And I could definitely tell when I tore, it did make it easier!) Once his head was out Dr. had me wait a second, and then one last push and she pulled him out. Ben cut the umbilical cord (once he got the tears out of his eyes) and I held him. 

Haddon weighed 8lbs 7oz and was 20in long.



We had to stay in the hospital a few extra days because Haddon was born with a fever. Thankfully he ended up having no infection. He looked so sad and cute with a board and IV attached to his arm!

He was beautiful (and is still beautiful 3 years later)!


Griffin’s Birth Story


Here is the story of the birth of our beautiful 2nd son.

My due date was Sunday, July 10th, but that date came and quickly went with nothing to show for it. That week my parents came to wait out the baby with me, and ended up leaving to tend to things at home since there was no sign of him coming soon.


My mom came back on Saturday the 16th, knowing it had to be some time that week. I had an appointment scheduled for the 19th, and were going to schedule an induction if he didn’t come by himself before then.


On Sunday I woke up having contractions, so I timed them and prayed it was the real deal. Ben was working, so my mom, Haddon and I skipped church (who wants to try and sit still while having contractions?!), and went to Starbucks and Target to try and walk the baby out. By early afternoon the contractions stopped completely. I was bummed.


The next day, Monday, July 18th, I woke up with contractions again. I obsessively timed every single one. I wanted to try to do med free so I purposed to labor at home as long as possible. I was also nervous it was a false alarm. We went down town to walk around and try to keep the contractions going, then to Ken’s Pizza since many people claim that puts you into labor. When the contractions didn’t disappear that afternoon, I knew it would be that night.

Ben had a softball game at 7:30 so I sent him and Haddon, knowing we would head to the hospital when he got home. While he was gone I got in the shower which was my best idea ever. I wish I had known the pain-relieving qualities of water when I was in labor with Haddon! Mom also went to get us some ice cream, which is never a bad idea. Ben got home, and brought his parents with him so his dad could take Haddon for the night. They left, and Jeannie would come back later with her own car, since her and my mom were to be in the delivery room. Ben hopped in the shower and I gathered last minute things for the hospital.

(By the way, Ben won his softball game, and the guys thought it was pretty funny he was there while I was in labor).

Ben and I hopped in the van, stopped at the gas station so Ben could grab a sandwich and some energy drinks (poor guy hadn’t eaten anything). We sat in the van in the parking lot while he ate, then headed in.

We got to the hospital at 9:30, got up to the first room. I told the nurse I was nervous i wasn’t dilated at all. She checked, and said “YOU’RE GOING TO DIE!” because I was already at a 5! We went into my actual room and I hopped right into the shower. I labored in there on and off until I was at a 9 and felt pressure. The pain was intense.


I got into the bed and tried different positions, but the baby did not like me standing or on my knees. I was obnoxiously loud, and was pretty sure the people next door were going to ask for me to be quiet. Ben, my mom, and Jeannie also laughed at me because I was saying “no, no, no” repeatedly. I told them we would be discussing their laughter tomorrow, haha! Ben was my saving grace, he did counter pressure on my back the entire time, mostly because I yelled at him when he would let go to stretch his hands. Sorry babe! Pulling on a towel helped as well (thanks to both Ben and Jeannie whose arms were surely sore by the end of it). My mom helped with ice chips and cool cloths on my forehead! I loved having them all in there.

Unfortunately my contractions continued to worsen but I regressed in dilation back to a 8-9. It was now that I decided to get an epidural around 2am. Unlike with my epidural with Haddon, I literally felt nothing and was finally was able to rest. An hour later the nurse checked me again and said it was already time to push! I was shocked. We began pushing around 3:15. He was born eyes wide open and didn’t cry for a few minutes. He was breathing, just was looking around the room.



He was 8 lbs 9 oz, (2 oz more than Haddon, which surprised me-I expected him to be close to 9 lbs) and 20 inches long.


We tried to nurse, then decided to go ahead with the bath to make him cry more. He needed to cry to get the rest of the fluid out of his lungs. Afterward he nursed again, and nursed well! He was awake until about 5:45 then finally let me put him down to sleep and get some rest.


Our moms and Haddon came back the next morning so Haddon could meet his little brother! He was a little nervous and didn’t know what to think, but he loves him!


Special thank you to Jeannie, who was up for 24 hours, slept for a few, then watched Haddon all morning the next day, and my mom who also lost a lot of sleep then took over watching Haddon for the rest of our stay at the hospital, not to mention cooked for us and filled our fridge and freezer! Love you both!


Meeting his grandpa! ^^IMG_0114IMG_0132

trying to get some rest, ha! ^^

Your Great Name

We sang “Your Great Name” by Natalie Grant this morning at church and it blessed me so much! He is our Healer, He cares and knows our deepest sorrows and greatest joys! He gives me rest!

Lost are saved, find their way
At the sound of Your great name
All condemned, feel no shame
At the sound of Your great name

Every fear has no place
At the sound of Your great name
The enemy, he has to leave
At the sound of Your great name

Jesus, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain for us
Son of God and Man
You are high and lifted up, that all the world
Will praise Your great name

All the weak find their strength
At the sound of Your great name
Hungry souls receive grace
At the sound of Your great name

The fatherless, they find their rest
At the sound of Your great name
Sick are healed and the dead are raised
At the sound of Your great name

Jesus, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain for us
Son of God and Man
You are high and lifted up, that all the world
Will praise Your great name, oh, Your great name

Redeemer, My Healer, Lord Almighty
My Savior, Defender, You are my King
Redeemer, My Healer, Lord Almighty
My Savior, Defender, You are my King

Jesus, the name of Jesus
You are high and lifted up and all the world
Will praise Your great name

Jesus, Worthy is the Lamb that was slain for us
Son of God and Man
You are high and lifted up, all the world
Will praise Your great name
Your great name, Your great name
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

Encouragement in Suffering

This last week in the Heck household has brought many trials. Ben is being tested for everything under the sun due to tinnitus, headache, and facial numbness. Each test so far has come back negative, which has ruled out some of the scarier possibilities (like M.S.). We are praying the final diagnosis will be treatable!

Another trial came up in the midst of that that we are healing from as well. We are SO thankful for our tribe of friends who have rallied around us and are blessing us beyond measure. We have had multiple babysitters, coffee and ice cream bringers, and dinner makers this week! I don’t know what we would do without them!

My (amazing) mother-in-law sent me this earlier today to encourage me:

“‘The Lord will fulfill his purpose for me.’ (Psalm 138:8)
There is a divine mystery in suffering, one that has a strange and supernatural power and has never been completely understood by human reason. No one has ever developed a deep level of spirituality or holiness without experiencing a great deal of suffering. When a person who suffers reaches a point where he can be calm and carefree, smiling at his own suffering, and no longer asking God to be delivered from it, then the suffering has accomplished its blessed ministry, perseverance has “finish[ed] its work” (James 1:4), and the pain of the Crucifixion has begun to weave itself into a crown.
It is in this experience of complete suffering that the Holy Spirit works many miraculous things deep within our soul.
In this condition, our entire being lies perfectly still under the hand of God; every power and ability of the mind, will, and heart are at last submissive; a quietness of eternity settles into the entire soul; and finally, the mouth becomes quiet, having only a few words to say, and stops crying out the words Christ quoted on the cross: “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Ps. 22:1).
At this point the person stops imagining castles in the sky, and pursuing foolish ideas, and his reasoning becomes calm and relaxed, with all choices removed, because the only choice has now become the purpose of God. Also, his emotions are weaned away from other people and things, becoming deadened so that nothing can hurt, offend, hinder, or get in his way.
He can now let the circumstances be what they may, and continue to seek only God and His will, with the calm assurance that He is causing everything in the universe, whether good or bad, past or present, to work “for the good of those who love him” (Rom. 8:28).
Oh, the blessings of absolute submission to Christ! What a blessing to lose our own strength, wisdom, plans, and desires and to be where every ounce of our being
becomes like a peaceful Sea of Galilee under the omnipotent feet of Jesus! The main thing is to suffer without becoming discouraged.
François Fénelon
The heart that serves,and loves, and clings, Hears everywhere the rush of angel wings.”

Recent finds

I thought I might round up a few things I’ve seen lately around the Internet:

This article about what motherhood should look like.

Another article on raising children Biblically.

Drooling over this chair and wishing I could have it for our porch!

Thinking about painting my dining room a daring cobalt blue!

Wishing I had a girl so I could do her nursery like this. I don’t think Ben would go for pink walls, haha!

That’s all for now!

Right now I’m thinking and dreaming about our new house and it’s endless possibilities! Soon I’ll be doing a post on my current ideas and color pallets!

Our first move

We are basically finished moving into B’s parents house for our 2 week + stay! We are so thankful that they are opening their home to us! There were many trips from the old (!!) house out here but beside a few things, we are finally done! *insert big exhale*

BabyFox and I are figuring out what the new normal is for our days out in the country! We have been taking walks and playing in the backyard a lot! Praise the Lord the weather has been AMAZING this weekend… Maybe I AM ready for fall to come!

We are very ready for Ben to have a day off to relax (Wednesday!). In the meantime, we will be cleaning an already clean house, reading lots, and getting some fresh air! (Oh and fighting new allergies 😁) and maybe baking some too!