Stone’s One Month Old!

Watch his one month video here:

Stone has been a game-changer in our lives. Complete game-changer. We love his simple, content, sweet personality. We love the way he tells us what he needs in his own little way. We love learning what each noise means, what each look means. He is such a love. I pray over him everyday and ask God to give us grace as parents. We want to show him Who Jesus Is, and live that out in his life! Jesus, thank you for this perfect gift from heaven. We love you Stone!!


Stone Levi: Four Weeks Old (HELP!)

had a nice quiet Christmas at home this year. we usually go hiking Christmas morning, but with intense wind and 30 degree temps, we opted for a nap in the living room instead. they say things change with a baby, and I’m ok with that!

our little man is giving us a run for our money. he is an amazing little eater – loves all the milk. he’s already 8lbs 7oz (birth weight was 5lbs 15oz!!) but if I had a nickel for every time he spits up what seems like a cup of milk after i nurse him, i’d have at least a dollar. Point is: I NEED HELP. I’m not proud of how frustrated I get after a feeding: he’ll nurse for a nice long stretch and do great, and the next thing I know, milk is flowing (I mean steadily flowing) out of his mouth. WHAT DO I DO?! I’ve talked to my nurse; she said to make sure his head is above his stomach and to burp him and then keep him upright for 30 minutes after each feeding. Done. Do that. I do that every time. Doesn’t help. We bought gripe water – tried it twice, hasn’t seemed to help. Whether he spits up immediately after a feeding or randomly 30 minutes later, it’s so defeating. I’m so defeated.

If you have any advice, I’m desperate. Absolutely desperate. I often lose it when I see the milk flowing out of his mouth. Tears flow down my cheeks. I just want him to be happy and full of milk. And he doesn’t cry when he spits up, fyi. He usually doesn’t mind it one bit. He’ll also get hiccups 9 times out of 10 after a longer feeding, which I’m sure means air is coming in somehow. I’m sure there’s a simple solution. Or maybe there’s NOT. and if there’s not, please break the news to me gently. This mama is begging for help.

Happy four weeks buddy. We love you and just want you to be happy. I’ll do whatever it takes. xo

Stone Levi: Week Three


Our little monkey is 8 pounds today! He’s gaining weight people – this make this mama super happy. All the feedings feel worth it. He’s growing. Thank the Lord. It’s easy to spend your entire day feeding your child and changing diapers and so you tell yourself, “there’s poo – so he’s definitely getting milk.” but then you still doubt.

But you can’t deny weight gain. whoohoo. thankful!

We’ve had a pretty good week. His belly button is finally officially healed from the umbilical cord – it was rough and bloody there for a while. We’ve had a bunch of beautiful visitors which I’m always thankful for. His hair is growing a ton which i LOVE. Gosh I love his furry little head of hair. I can’t stop kissing him. Last night was ROUGH. I think he had gas and he was inconsolable. That was hard. Grant and I took it out on each other and today we had to kiss and make up. It’s easy to take it out on each other. But we made a promise to not do that again . . . and we can’t break promises so . . .

We’ve been walking everyday which Stone loves. We’ve been spoiled with some warmer days, but tonight I just couldn’t squeeze in an outdoor walk so I opted for the treadmill. First “workout” in the new house – it felt good.

And on the topic of working out, I’m excited to do some postpartum updates. Would y’all be interested in that? I find it so beautiful how our bodies and lives after baby are so different.

Thanks for reading! xo

Stone Levi: Week Two

We just ordered chipotle online for dinner and I’m so excited. While I wait, I shall blog.

Stone is doing great! Last Friday he was 6 pounds 4 ounces, well over his “last day in the hospital” weight of 5 pounds 9 ounces. We’ve been letting him sleep sleep sleep because he’s gaining weight and it’s made nights way easier on this tired mama.

Grant also went back to work on Monday and I was pretty hesitate and nervous. I loved having him home; not just for the company but also the major help. He would do a majority of the burpings and diaper changes – I loved seeing him have that bonding time with Stone. So Sunday night, Grant moved into the guest room so he could get some solid sleep while Stone and I slept in our bedroom. It’s been working out great – Grant wakes up for work at 5AM well rested, and Stone and I get a good 4-5 hours of sleep before it’s diaper change/feeding time.

Nursing is going great. He’s been an amazing latcher since an hour after birth (thank youuuuu lord!) and after a lot of trial and error, I have the hang of the best positions for him, when he’s actually hungry and when he has gas or needs a diaper change. I’M GETTING TO KNOW MY SON. It’s so surreal to have this relationship just through the simple act of nursing. I love it.

Other cool milestones for his week:

FIRST BATH – he loved it but kept his eyes closed most of the time (fake sleeper!)

FIRST SNOW – he endured the cold, and the mini photoshoot, for his mom and dad.

DUE DATE – we celebrated the fact that he was two weeks early and that God ALWAYS has the best plan!

Here are some of the pictures from week two. Wayyyyyyy less than week one, but still just as adorable and precious. I think Saturday Grant and I will record/write our birth story – and post both on Sunday, so stay tuned!


Stone Levi: His First Week

There was a moment in the hospital where I started to cry. Okay. There were several. But these specific tears were FULL of joy. It was when I scrolled through Facebook’s “On This Day” and I realized that exactly one year ago, we shared our miscarriage story. We shared this genuine love and hope we had for our Baby June with the world. We cried tears of sadness as we read the stories of so many others who had experienced a similar loss. We cried tears of hope as people believed in our future as parents.

That day in the hospital was November 28, 2017. One day before Stone was born. It’s absolutely no coincidence that God would plan out this story to show His love and mercy, but I’m once again floored by His timing.

And then I login to wordpress. This blog. I haven’t written a post since November 29, 2016. The post? Our miscarriage story .

I literally abandoned the blog after that post. And I’m logging in tonight, and seeing the last post was full of sadness and then there’s this post — full of so much excitement and joy. Our son is here!

He was born on Wednesday, November 29, 2017, at 2:17AM.

5 pounds, 15 ounces

18 inches


I want to share some of our favorite moments in Stone’s first week! It’s been hard, but so fun, all at the same time.

We’ve been home since Friday and here we are, it’s already Wednesday! And guess how many pictures we’ve taken? 575!

575!! in 7 days! gahhhhh we love him so much and he’s too too too cute!


Peed on daddy, pooed on daddy, super strong legs during tummy time, lots of visitors and new friends, sneezes all the time, loves skin to skin with mommy and daddy, nursing was hard and now its a lot easier, the cats are scared of Stone, only cries when he needs a diaper change.

We love this little boy sooooooo much!!

our first pregnancy || joy after miscarriage

Yesterday, November 28, would be the start of my second trimester. Instead, we are reluctantly navigating the sorrow of a miscarriage. I remember the day I found out I was pregnant. We had been trying to grow our family for a few months. The first month you try, you have so much hope. The second month, you’re still pretty hopeful. By the third month, doubt begins to creep in. So you can imagine the intense feeling of JOY and DISBELIEF when I saw a positive sign. I was a MOM. I am a Mom. Experiencing this miracle for the first time, I suddenly connected with every mother on the planet. I was in love with our baby. The excitement was overwhelming. My baby was number one on my mind. We were able to tell only a few family and friends of our pregnancy. I thank God we did that. The pain, the grief, the uncertainty, the complete sorrow that accompanies a miscarriage should never ever be done alone. It’s so important to walk through this pain with people you can trust. Some days are harder than others. When I need to cry, I cry. The tears come out of nowhere, and for that I thank God. It reminds me how REAL love is. It reminds me how of FAITHFUL God is. My pain is no surprise to Him. I rest in His joy, His strength, His redeeming love. Grant and I are heartbroken and filled with hope, all in the same breath. Our Baby June will forever be in our hearts. We wait for the day we meet our June Baby. Until then, we continue to live and grieve and love. There’s a video link in my profile telling more of the story. I’m choosing to love myself and be vulnerable through sharing this – I want to post just as much sorrow as I do joy in my life. It makes life more real. My prayer is someone can be encouraged through their pain, and as mothers we continue to life each other up.

I love my Marine!

I love my Marine. I didn’t know him when he enlisted. I didn’t know him when he got deployed. I didn’t know him while he fought for our country. I never wrote him a letter. I never sent him a package. I never worried about him day and night. I never missed him. I didn’t know him when he came home from deployment. I didn’t know him when he applied for his job in Maryland. BUTTT when I did meet him, it was BECAUSE of his service. I’ll be forever grateful to the Marines. God brought Grant to Maryland through his service in the Marines. I’m not a typical Marine wife, but I’m humbled by Grant’s stories, his passion for this country, and his love for the Lord. Happy Birthday Marines. So proud of my Marine! #mymarine #happybirthdaymarines