Friday, April 11, 2014

36 Week Thoughts

Dear, dear blog.
I'm sorry I've neglected you so much lately.
But I'm tired. 
I'm currently sitting here at 36 weeks pregnant, and my body is feeling it. I'm just tired. Going anywhere and doing anything takes so much motivation!
My beautiful two-and-a-half year old is so busy, and so much fun. She is my light.
But it's hard keeping up with her these days.
And life has happened. Goodness, has it happened. As soon as I have time to wrap my head and heart around everything that has transpired in the Swift Family over the past two months, I will fill you in. 
But for now, just pray - for peace, clarity, guidance, open doors, closed doors.

Other than fatigue, I am feeling good. And am so stinkin excited to meet our beautiful boy! Just a few more weeks...
He hiccups twice a day - morning and night, and loves to kick me in my sides and stick his feet out. I love feeling him move. It's a beautiful, simple, miraculous reminder of His faithfulness, His healing, His timing, His word. 
According to my 36 week check up, he is head down and ready! I'm 50% effaced and slightly dilated. 
And I'm ready.
I've nested as much as I've possibly can. 
His beautiful clothes are washed and folded - clothes that have become more of a blessing than I could ever imagine. 
The gifts from my amazing shower are put away and ready to go. My shower was one of the biggest blessings I have ever seen. Or, my eyes have just been opened much wider to see provision, and blessing, and love, and friendship. I'll never be the same. 
The co-sleeper is set up, the swing is ready to go, and the diapers are waiting to be worn. 
And Evelyn, every day, asks about "baby Ezra" and when he will come out of my tummy. And my answer lately is "soon darling, very soon."
I can't wait to see his face and fall in love with a little boy who has already stolen my heart. 

And the belly. We can't forget the belly. 












Saturday, January 11, 2014

What's In A Name?

I am so so so incredibly excited and proud to say that we have decided on a name for our precious little baby boy. The name Evelyn was so easy for us to pick, so I prayed that it would be the same for our boy. And after some time, prayers, and confirmation, our little babe has a name.

Ezra Scott


Let me tell you how we came, or more appropriately, how we were led to this name. 

First, his middle name is Scott. My husband's middle name is Scott as well. This is a name near and dear to our hearts, because Michael's father's name is Scott. They lost him to leukemia when Michael was just a little boy in elementary school. We thought it would be a wonderful tribute to include Ezra's grandfather in his name.

Back in June, months before we would conceive our little miracle boy and months into our efforts to get pregnant, I had a dream. It was clear, crystal clear. I specifically heard the voice of God saying that we would have a boy named Ezra. I remember waking up and tucking the details of that dream in my heart, I knew The Lord had promised us our Ezra. 

In the weeks that followed, I clung to that dream. I so wanted another child, and my heart at times grew weary in the wait. But, as I wrote in my previous post, The Lord specifically told us that we were going to conceive, not in our power, but in His. No medicine, no doctors, no fertility clinics. His glory, His power, His healing. He would be our helper. And another miracle would display God's glory and power. 

So, three months after that prophetic dream, we found out we were pregnant. And I knew from day one that it was a boy. I recalled the dream of our promised boy, and I also just knew in my heart that I was carrying a boy. Many dreams followed, dreams that I was indeed having a boy. Even in prayer, I had a few of my spiritual mentors hear from The Lord that it was a boy. So, at our gender ultrasound, I was not shocked when they told us it was indeed a boy. I simply cried. 

We looked up the meaning of the name. The Hebrew translation is "God helps." Umm, I almost fell over. That's when I truly knew that God gave us this name, He picked it, and He's had our little boy named long before he was a twinkle in our eye. Because months before, remember, God told us that He would be our helper in conceiving this baby. 

And then I read through the book of Ezra. I never had paid much attention to it before, I knew he was an Old Testament prophet who told Nehemiah to rebuild the city walls. In those ten chapters, Ezra restores the altar and the foundations of the temple. The temple, the holy place where The Lord dwelled, had been in ruins for years.

Ezra 3:11-13
"With praise and thanksgiving they sang to The Lord 'He is good. His love toward Israel endures forever.' And all the people gave a great shout of praise to The Lord, because the foundation of the house of The Lord was laid. But many of the older priests and Levites and family heads, who had seen the former temple, wept aloud when they saw the foundation of this temple being laid, while many others shouted for joy. No one could distinguish the sound of the shouts of joy from the sound of weeping, because the people made so much noise. And the sound was heard far away." 

Can you imagine? The old, who had remembered the temple, combined with the young, who were yearning to see a temple, to see the in-dwelling of God. Their prayers, intercession, and tears were seen and answered. The Lord sent them a priest, the prophet Ezra, to complete the task of restoration. I would have loved to have been there to see the great celebration of worship as people wept and shouted for joy. Just like the prophet Ezra brought restoration to the foundations, I believe God is raising up people to restore the foundations that we have today - a foundation that is cracked and splintered with religiosity, pride, hypocrisy, false teaching, left out teaching, tickle our ears sermons, and watered down Christianity. Revival is coming to believers, and I believe one way God will do this is through restorers of the foundations. And I believe our Ezra has that calling already weaved into his life. I am so excited to see how The Lord uses him. I know it will be great, and that I will treasure many things in my heart as I see our Ezra impact the generations.

I believe that just as John the Baptist was the voice calling out in the wilderness, preparing the way of the Lord, that our Ezra will be a voice calling out, preparing the way for our Lord's second coming, and turning the hearts of the people back to the Father. 


Friday, January 10, 2014

Six Months


I had my six month check up today, and everything is going well!

I am 23 weeks, and baby is measuring at 22.5, so he is right on track. 
His heartbeat was once again in the 150s.
I have gained a total of 16 pounds. I am just hoping that I don't gain 50 pounds like I did in my last pregnancy, but I am honestly not holding back with food. I'm hungry, so I eat. I want some donuts, so I eat them. 

A couple things have been harder in this pregnancy. First of all, being pregnant over the holidays is no joke. I think that's when I packed on the pounds. But all the delicious food was just that - delicious. Second, being pregnant during cold and flu season is no joke. I've heard so many horror stories, and we even had our own battle with the flu right after Thanksgiving. Thankfully, I never got it, only Evelyn did. And even now, I am battling a darn head cold. But the fear of sickness and getting sick and that harming my pregnancy in some way has been at times, crippling. I just keep praying protection over myself and baby, and ask God to take away the fear. Because fear = no trust, no faith. So I just keep trusting God, one day at a time. 

Another thing that has been hard has been the feeling of discomfort in general. Baby boy is sitting lower, and causing a lot more pressure and pain. I'm finding myself having to take rest breaks on the couch to alleviate some of the pain and pressure. My doctor assured me that this is totally normal, especially for second pregnancies, because everything is already stretched out.

But baby boy sure seems happy and content in that cozy womb. He kicks all of the time, sometimes really hard, and those rolling feelings of him moving are pretty intense. I love it. 

And, the ever growing belly....