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In Which Grayson is One Month Older

I cannot believe he is already one month old!  Weighing in at 8.8 lbs and 20.5 inches, he is a healthy, happy little Hilton! He is starting to look more chunky and baby like (as opposed to that newborn look where they are so tiny and fragile looking!) He's a good eater, and a fairly content child.  He recognizes our voices and lights up when he hears or sees Brooklyn. This morning he had a sweetly spontaneous smile just for her! I get smiles too sometimes, even if I am only half awake to see them! It's so funny.  It doesn't matter if I've been holding him for hours on end and I'm exhausted and ache; when I put him down or in someone else's arms, it only takes a few minutes for me to "miss" him and want him back.  Of course, I don't act on this selfishness. There is plenty of Grayson love to go around! :0)


Brooklyn seems to have adjusted well.  She adores her baby brother and is a very willing helper to her tired mommy. She does have a tendency to get a little over excited, so we told her to remember that Grayson is surrounded by Jello. When she starts to get close to him, she gets stuck in the Jello and has to slow down before she can touch him. It's been pretty effective.  Poor kid has so much to remember these days! It's hard to know for sure if some of her more disappointing behavior is acting out because of the new baby, or if she would have been this way regardless. No way to know, I suppose. We've been going through Grace Based Parenting with our community group, which has been great for reminding me to be active in parenting her and not treat her like an afterthought. We took her to see Peter Pan at the 360 Theatre the other day (so much fun!). It was a special time for just the three of us. Then on Sunday she had special one on one time with Nana and Bob Bob while Mommy, Daddy, and Grayson ran errands. I hope we can always make each child a priority. 


For my part, I am also doing well. The pain is mostly gone and I'm starting to wear some pre-pregnancy clothes again. It probably helps that my clothes are so big :0(  I did fall victim to some baby blues, mostly brought on (I think) by poor self image and anxiety about going back to work. But God has been so faithful. When Brooklyn was born, I remember it being a time of spiritual awakening. I had been in such a dry, lonely place when God brought the three of us to Cumberland, where we found love, grace, and healing. Now, four and half years later we have a new family member and I am abundantly blessed to be an active part of a community with service opportunities, fellowship, and great teaching.  But I am still struggling with some stress eating/drinking.  I gained a lot of weight after Brooklyn was born, and I do not want to do that again. I'm going on medifast (a modified version for nursing mothers) next month and working on the mental and spiritual side of my addiction as well. Ray is also going on medifast, so we will be able to support each other and hopefully make this a lifestyle change instead of a diet. 


I still cannot believe it has been a month.  I'm definitely not looking forward to returning to work. It was a toxic atmosphere before I left, and I don't imagine things have improved much. But I am looking forward to what God is going to do with us this year. I have a sense of anticipation that He is moving in some very powerful way. 

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  1. Yay! We're so glad he's here (already a month old?!) and feel very blessed to be sharing this special time with your family.

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