Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Hayva's Birth Story

My sweet baby is two weeks old today and already 9lbs and has grown an inch! How does it always surprise me how fast they grow?! We’ve been soaking up the newborn snuggles around here and enjoying our last few days with Sebron’s Mom. I always take forever posting the birth story and wanted to get it down while it’s fresh in my mind.

I wasn’t due until October 23rd but started having contractions about four weeks out. I did this with Laughter so I wasn’t getting to excited.

The morning of the 15th I woke up with hard contractions that I was having to focus through. They were consistent for about 2 hours at 10 minutes apart. They calmed down around breakfast which was disappointing but I just felt off. I already had a doctor’s appointment for later that morning so Sebron went to work, and Meme kept the kids. (Did I mention she wasn’t even supposed to get here until later in the week but called that previous weekend saying she just felt she needed to come a bit earlier. Thank you Lord!)
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My incredible Doctor who has fought with us to have TWO sucessful VBACs! 
I wasn’t feeling good by the time I got to my appointment and was still having contractions. After checking me and finding I was at a 3 and given my contractions I was having, my doctor excitedly announced I was having the baby today! He was so sure of it he told me not to leave town (he knew it took me an hour to get there) and to walk around for an hour of two. He also went as far as to schedule my post partum appointment.

I called Sebron and told him the news but said I didn’t want to walk around town all day hoping something might happen. What if it didn’t? I’d rather come home and walk around with the kids and that way if things did start happening he and I could go together.
Proud Daddy.
We decided he would talk to his mom while I walked around Target for a bit. Target is usually one of my favorite happy places to walk since it’s over an hour to the closest one. It’s a special treat! As I walked though through all the bright happy displays of baby items and Fall decorations I felt more and more sick and my contractions got harder and were a steady 4-5 minutes apart.
Meeting their sister for the first time...there were lots of "she's so cute" and tons of kisses. I will always treasure that moment. 
I was terrified of the thought of my water braking there in the store so I left and sat in the car. =) I called Sebron again and gave him my update. He made the call to come to me. So while I sat in the car crying at the thought of leaving the kids for the next few days, Sebron, Meme and the kids drove up to the hospital to meet me. They arrived with Chic fil A and we headed to a park nearby to have lunch. It was about 1:30 or so at this point. I really felt off and out of sorts but the contractions weren’t as hard. We had lunch and then Meme treated us to ice cream at an old ice cream parlor down town. Jancsi was in his element and Laughter was having a blast getting bites from everyone’s cones.

The plan was for Meme and the kids to head home and Sebron and I to keep walking. But something told me to go get checked in at the hospital. I wanted to get that taken care of before things got really painful. We could always walk the halls later.

So, close to 3:30pm we were checked in and placed in a room for ‘observation.’ As soon as I put on my gown my water broke. I guess I was done being observed at that point cause this baby was coming!

Things started happening pretty fast at that point. My contractions got super intense and were every 2 minutes apart, some back to back with no break. I totally went for the epidural and of course the guy was in a c-section and wouldn’t be available for another 45 minutes. We got through that horrible eternity and once the guy arrived with the juice from heaven I was at a 7! I’ve never progressed that quickly and Sebron was more excited then I was! It seemed like no time after the meds kicked in I was complete and ready to go!
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My girls. 
Right after I got the epidural the shift change happened and our nurses changed. Who walks in but the same nurse who delivered Laughter! I felt like I was seeing an old friend and hugs were given out all around. Our baby nurse comes in and low and behold she was with us last time as well! More hugs! I love how the Lord cares about little details like that. It was something my Mom and I had been praying for- that some of our wonderful nurses from last time would be on duty this second time around.

As soon as I was ready, they told me not to push till they brought the doctor in. They kept telling me she (baby) was coming fast. Part of me wanted to believe them, but part of me was thinking back to Laughter’s delivery where we pushed for 3 hours.

My doctor came in, and three contractions later, Hayva was in my arms. I could not believe it! The whole labor and delivery was so fast and smooth and my recovery has been so fast I could not be more thankful.

While we were in the hospital at least 5 of our nurses from Laughter’s birth stopped in to see us and welcome our newest addition. After Lulu’s birth experience, I’d written the nurses a thank you note for fighting so hard with us and attached a picture of our family. They still have it hanging up in their nurses room and begged for a new one. The other nurses that were working would hear who we were and several remarked “Are y’all the ones in the picture? Wow!” Needless to say, Sebron and I felt famous and loved. I am beyond thankful to my friend for pointing me to my doctor and this hospital. So so thankful!

Later that night we headed off to what would be our room for our stay. It was pretty late at that point but I couldn’t sleep a wink that night. I just wanted to hold her and soak her up. Hayva slept for 5 hours straight and I was thinking wow we got a sleeper! However that was short lived- true to Jessup form, as soon as we got home she fell into the typical up every 1.5-2 hours that all our babies have done. She even pulled an all nighter.

Now two weeks in, I feel like we are all getting into a new rhythm. Thankful.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Behind the Name [Hayva Joy]

Hayva (pronounced: Hay-va) Breath of life.

Her middle name, Joy, is after my baby sister.

This year has been so big for us as a family. We’ve grown together and been through some sticky stuff. With Sebron’s back injury and me going to work for him, moving twice, a job change, all being pregnant, we found ourselves going to the Lord like never before. 
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Breathe on me breath of God. The words to a worship song from my growing up years often rang across my mind and in my prayers. Sebron and I would often pray with each other when we would find ourselves exhausted and worn out. “Lord help us to speak life into one another. Into our children. Help us to choose joy in the difficult moments.”  It’s been our anthem this year: speak life.

The Lord was giving life to our family- I longed for the day our sweet baby would be in my arms. They bring with them such hope and joy.

Sebron and I were actually out on a date night when we heard the name Hayva for the first time. It struck both of us and later that night I googled it just for fun. Breath of life. Sebron and I just looked at each other. It didn’t take very long for us to know this was her name. 

Hayva is a Hebrew name, originally spelled Hava. (We changed the spelling in an attempt to make it easier for people to pronounce.)

Like I said before, Joy is for my baby sister. One of my dearest friends. We of course had our rocky points growing up- I was always jealous of her big feet. I was stuck in tiny shoe sizes and Joy was wearing nines by the time she was 9. And then of course she grew into her feet and became a gorgeous, tall model and I was, well, short. We got past our differences though (so thankful! =)) and she is one of my go to girls. She is a fireball for her Lord and Savior and has such a strong passion for children and hurting people. It’s true she is beautiful on the outside, but her heart is even more gorgeous. I pray one day our little Hayva Joy will follow in her Auntie’s footsteps and seek first the Kingdom and not be afraid to get her hands dirty for our Lord.

We are so incredibly thankful our little girly is here! 

Sunday, October 19, 2014


Miss Hayva Joy! She's here! 
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October 15th, 2014
7:27 PM
8.1lbs 20in

She was eight days early and has us completely smitten! We are blessed. We are thankful. We are so thankful. Loving my party of five!

Thursday, October 9, 2014

The Crazy Walmart Lady

I was totally that Mom today. Let me start at the beginning…

My poor son since starting potty training has refused to poop in the potty. Down right refused. It wasn’t a big deal when we first started because I knew it would happen. He was still wearing diapers at night and would wait to go until then. Well a few days of this he refused to poop in his diapers as well. I thought well he’s always been a regular kid, he’ll eventually go. Four days later- nothing. Screaming and crying because his bottom hurt. We finally got him to go but then he went another three days… I have never talked about poop so much in my life as I have to my 3-year-old in the past month. He has gotten to the point where he is horribly constipated and it hurts so he just refuses. We have been to a doctor and have a game plan but it’s going to take a few days to get everything out of his system.

Anyway, back to today… I had a doctor’s appointment so me and the kids drive the hour down there and sit in the room for an hour because they are running behind. This puts us right at lunch time and both kids are antsy and complaining of being hungry. We finally finish up there and grab some lunch before heading the hour back… this has us right at nap time. But now we are at Walmart to do our big weekly shop. I’m exhausted and the kids are worn out from the long morning turned afternoon.

As soon as we get in Walmart Jancsi starts fussing because his bottom is hurting. I ask him if he’ll go potty. “No.” So we keep shopping. He continues to moan and groan saying “my bottom is hurting” not to quietly.

Laughter starts yelling loudly and I tell her several times we don’t do that in Walmart. She continues so she gets a small swat on the leg. You would have thought I’d bit her. The screams and tears that came out of my child were horrendous. She has just started this thing of throwing herself down on the floor when something doesn’t go her way and she will lie there screaming having a full blown out tantrum as long as you let her. We have never allowed this so I am really at a loss as to where this is coming from. My sweet girl starts throwing herself around in her seat in the shopping cart kicking and screaming as she hits the apple juice.

Jancsi keeps crying and moaning “mommy my bottom hurts.” I try reasoning with him over sister’s screams but he says he wont go potty. Laughter gets another talking to but continues to scream ridiculously. I’m half way through my list so I figure I’ll just plow through. They screamed and cried the entire rest of the trip.

I have never experienced anything so embarrassing and humbling. I found myself completely at a loss of how to parent in that moment with the stares from the other shoppers. I wanted to tell all of them “this has never happened before! My kids are good kids!” I knew they were all looking at my big belly thinking why in the world is that crazy lady reproducing AGAIN! I seriously wanted to grab my screaming children and never show my face again.

The check out line was long and then when it was finally my turn, true to Walmart fashion, the lady had to restock the bags on the little wheel thing…. She must have done them one at a time. I seriously could have rung up everyone’s groceries in the time it took her to put the bags on. Then if that wasn’t enough, their card reader wasn’t working and we had to go through everything twice and put the numbers in by hand. Nightmare.

Laughter screamed and made a show until we were out of the store and Jancsi’s bottom was miraculously healed as well. After all the groceries were loaded in the car and kids in their seats, I crawled into the driver’s seat and just sat there.

Here just this morning I was thinking I’ve got this whole parenting thing down and can totally handle a third. Oh how the mighty have fallen. I’m so thankful the Lord sees our shortcomings and doesn’t turn His back on us. He is always there for me to cry out to for help, strength and grace.

Lord give me wisdom as I navigate these waters and parent these Arrows you have blessed us with.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Laughter Grace (18 Months)

My littlest is growing up before my eyes these days and before I know it she wont be my baby any longer. I seriously love this age of exploring and discovery.

Laughter has totally taken to this whole independent thing and refuses to stay with me these days when on her own feet. She takes off in every opposite direction then the one I want her to go. She laughs and picks up speed when she sees us chasing her. Most of my time at church is spent running after her and bringing her back from the parking lot.

She has no fear and wants to ride horses and climb the fences where the bulls are. She is all over the playground when we go and tares down the biggest slides. I caught her yesterday climbing through a downstairs window that was open without a screen.

She tickles us as she rambles on all day to us in her babbled speech completely assured that we understand everything she is saying. She has few words at this age: dog, horse, cow, moo, Dada, baby, yeah, uh-oh, thank you, Amos (our dog), to name a few.

She totally understands more then I give her credit for and I can’t sneak anything passed her. She’s a fantastic eater right now and really isn’t all that picky. She’ll try everything at least once.

Jancsi is her rock star and idol as he goes about his antics. She follows him around with pure awe written all over her face. I love it. They fight and play and tease and several times a day I’ll walk in to find them piled in a heap together giggling. She likes to snuggle with him when they’re watching a movie. She lay herself across his legs and is perfectly content.
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Hot kids. Where is Fall?
Laughter Grace is my itty bitty thing and still weighs in at just over 20lbs. She is in 9-12 month clothes and size 4 diapers. She is such an incredibly snuggler and likes nothing better then to climb up in our laps, tuck her little self into your shoulder and suck her thumb.

We lay on the bed together this afternoon- just the two of us. She kept pushing her head up against mine, as close as she could get. Thumb in her mouth and the other little hand fingering mine. “You know girly, it’s not going to be just us soon. There’s gonna be another little lady in this house.” “Yeah.” “You’re going to be such a great big sister.” “Yeah.” I let myself imagine us, years from now, curled up on the bed sharing life together and girl talk. Lord let us always have open communication. Let her always know how much I care and feel open to share what’s on her heart.
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Tractor time with Daddy!
Bed time is super easy and after prayers we just lie her down and I don’t hear a peep until morning. So thankful.

Laughter brings so much joy to our family and I cannot imagine life without her little self. Happy 18 months big girl! 

Friday, September 26, 2014

When I get big like my Daddy

....This is Janci’s opening statement for most everything these days. He wants to know all about what we did when we were little, what we liked and what we played. We are his heroes and my heart about bursts every time.
Our back yard view.
We have so much to do with just moving in to the new house and starting a new ranching position. So much to unpack and figure out. So much new and so much transition.

And yet I am craving the small things. Sharing hot coco with my littlest man while we read a library book. Trying on all her shoes and admiring them with my baby girl. Yes there are things that need to get done, but my kids are the most important. I’ve been reminded this week that there will always be things to do but my children’s spiritual and physical well being is the most important and should be the top priority.

I might not have everything where I want it when the new little one arrives, but taking time to read that Bible story at the breakfast table and taking a walk to see the new calves is more important then making sure I have the dish towels in just the right spot.
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Good morning beautiful.
This week we’ve taken time to go into town to play at the little park and enjoy a morning walk. We’ve gone to story time at the library and gotten our little bag of new books. I’ve made it a point to just sit there on the floor and listen to my son’s never ending stories and questions about life. I’ve practiced words with Laughter and enjoyed lots of snuggles. They are my pride and joy and I cannot imagine anything better but to spend my days with them.

Laughter is saying new words these days and ‘baby’ is her newest. =) She walked up the other day saying “Baby?” Scooping her up in my arms she patted my tummy smiling. “Yes! Baby sister is in Mommy’s tummy.” Her little eyes looked into mine, “Ohhhhhhhhhh.” Love her. Everything you ask her you either get a shake of the head for no or a drawn out ‘yyyyyeah!’ I am obsessed with this age.
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Playing a matching game with this guy.
Jancsi is full of questions and tall tales that he seems to pull out of nowhere. He has one liners for every situation and loves to quote little sayings from movies. He is trying so hard to be a little man but still needs his Mama close which I love. He has really taken this move in stride but has at times said he doesn’t want to live here at this new house and asks why we moved. He is inquisitive and loving, stubborn and giving; sensitive and yet a leader with a strong heart. He always smiles when I tell him even when one day he is big like his Daddy, he will still always be my baby.

These days are precious with my Littles. Thank you Lord for helping me realize the painting and unpacking can wait. 

Monday, September 22, 2014


 We're in the new house! Praising the Lord for sweet friends who came and moved us in and others who made dinners! Thankful.
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New House aka: Big Red
Dirty and happy.