We are slowly putting our house together - month by month. The next room on the list is our guest bedroom. Since we have had so many visitors ever since our sweet baby Karis Ruby was born, the guest bedroom is getting a lot of use. Currently, the walls are blue, which isn't really my color. Our house is mostly neutral, with punches of green (mostly from plants). So, the blue is a little out of place in our home. I'm planning on painting the walls white, to make the space seem larger, and keeping the furniture to a minimum. Less is more I always say. I'm currently collecting inspiration from these pictures. What do you think? I can't wait to tackle our guest bedroom this month!
Monday, March 10, 2014
Karis Ruby Kidd entered the world on Saturday, February 15th at 6:19 am. She weighed 7 pounds 15 ounces, measured 21 inches long, and couldn't have been more perfect.
My life will never be the same.
I had no idea my heart was capable of loving someone this much. It's a love different than any other, one that parents try to explain, but you can't understand it until you have a child of your own. It's a love that allows you to understand more deeply God's love for us. It's incredible.
My love bug is sleeping next to me as I write this. Every move she makes I'm quick to look over and make sure she's okay. I've never cared so much about the sound of a cry, the color of a bowel movement (yes, I said it), or the rhythm of someone's heartbeat. I am completely smitten, and am wrapped around this little 8 pound humans finger.
Karis (Charis/Xaris) is greek for Grace.
How did we choose a name?
Last spring I brought a few college girls to Young Life Work Week at Washington Family Ranch in Oregon. The speaker for the week had three daughters, the oldest was named Karis. During one of his talks, he shared a painful story that had happened years before knowing Christ. Through the heartache in his past, he recognized his deep need for God's grace and love in his life (don't we all have that deep need for grace and love?). Years later, when he and his wife found out that they were pregnant, they decided to name their first daughter Karis. They wanted a walking representation of God's great grace in their lives. They wanted their daughter to know that she is so loved by the King, and that nothing she could ever do could separate her from God's grace and love in her life if she believes in Him.
I came home, and couldn't get that story or name out of my head. When I shared it with Brad, we decided that if we ever had a daughter, we would name her Karis.
So, when we knew we were having a girl, we knew Karis would be her name.
"For it is by grace you have been saved through faith - and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God." -Ephesians 2:8
My beautiful, confident, gracious, Godly grandmother was named Ruby. She was a woman that I aspire to be like, and I pray that my Karis Ruby grows to love Jesus like my grandma Ruby did.
Karis Ruby's Birth Story:
All day Friday I thought my water was slowly breaking. By the time Brad got home from work, I was ready to go to the hospital to get things checked out. Since I was 3 days overdue, I was starting to get incredibly anxious, and thought any moment could be "the moment"! Brad and I packed the car and headed to the hospital. When we got to hospital, I was checked by a nurse who ran some tests to see if my water had broke...
My water hadn't broke, so 3 hours later we were sent home.
I was feeling really frustrated at this point, so naturally I made Brad stop on the way home to grab some Chunky Monkey ice cream. Nothing like Ben and Jerry's to turn any situation into a better situation. We got home, watched the movie Valentine's Day (since it was February 14th), and ate our Chunky Monkey straight out of the pint. After the movie we were both so exhausted that we decided to go to bed.
Five minutes after laying down in bed, I felt like I was peeing my pants... I stood up, and realized it was my water breaking. I couldn't believe it! Brad and I immediately started laughing. This is not how we envisioned it going. We got back in the car, and headed back to the hospital.
We arrived at 11:30 pm, and I was immediately admitted. I had no feelings of contractions, but once they confirmed by water had broke, I couldn't leave the hospital until my baby arrived. I was only 2 1/2 centimeters dilated, and I stayed that way until 3:00 am. At 3:00 am, the doctor told me that they were going to give me pitocin through my IV to speed up my contractions. As soon as they put me on pitocin, I could feel the contractions, and they were STRONG. I looked over at Brad and said, "I want the epidural now, please!" With the pain of each contraction every 2-3 minutes, I knew my baby was coming. All I could think about was relieving that pain, and getting that baby out! 45 minutes later, my saving grace (aka the anesthesiologist) came in to gee me the epidural. I am so glad I got the epidural. I know it's not for everyone, but I wanted to enjoy the process, and this allowed me to. It started kicking in around 4:30 am. The doctor checked me again, and I was only 3 cm dilated after all of those strong contractions. The doctor told me to rest for a while, because the baby probably wouldn't arrive until later in the day. I tried to relax, take deep breathes, and close my eyes, but I just couldn't. My body was shaking uncontrollably, and I could still feel the pressure with every contraction. An hour passed, and the doctor came in to check on me again. At 5:45 am I was 10 centimeters dilated! In an hour, I went from a 3 to a 10! No wonder I couldn't stop shaking. I was ready to push! I began pushing at 6:00 am on the dot, and my girl arrived at 6:19 am. While I was pushing, the cord was wrapped around her neck, so I had more motivation to get her out of there. The NICU team immediately came into our room and took her from the doctor. They were worried about her breathing, so they took her down to the NICU. Brad went with them. I still hadn't held my baby, and I was so worried that everything would be alright. Fifteen minutes later they were back with my precious baby girl. Her breathing was already better. I held her for the first time and an overflow of emotions I'd never felt before started rushing inside of me. Brad and I wept together, and embraced our new family of 3. I've never experienced anything more incredible in my life. Thank you, Lord for this perfect gift!
Brad and I are so in love, and each day brings something new. Our lives are forever changed in the best way.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
It's safe to say that I've officially gone crazy, and I'm blaming it on my pregnancy hormones. The other night, I was up until 2 am thinking about this wall above our couch and how I wanted to rearrange it. I went on pinterest and literally searched "gallery walls" for a good 45 minutes. The next day, I completely rearranged the entire wall, and since I used frames from other rooms, I naturally had to rearrange every other wall in our house. Other moms are telling me that they went "nesting" crazy right before their baby arrived. Apparently "nesting before baby" is a real thing. I'm glad to know it's a real thing, because now I can justify my behavior to Brad. He's gotten to the point where he just doesn't say anything, because he knows saying something isn't going to change my mind. Poor man. No one warned him of these crazy nesting hormones. I do want to thank all of you moms who have reassured me that they did similar things and that it's "normal" behavior in your 8th month of pregnancy. Someone even told me that they ironed their sheets and shower curtains… That made me feel a whole lot better :) However, I wouldn't put it past myself if I did the same thing before she comes.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Decorating a nursery is way more fun than decorating a grown up bedroom. I love hanging out in here. I go through her clothes and books almost every day. I can't believe she is going to be living in here so soon! Granted, I'm sure she will be sleeping in our room for a while, but having a nursery with all of her little things is so much fun. When thinking about nursery colors, I wanted to stick to light neutrals mostly. I kept it simple with lots of white, peach, yellow, and grey. Of course I mixed in some gold too. I hope she likes it!