#togetherwemother seriesTwo pink lines…those two pink lines was the first indicator that my life was forever changed. My heart still jumps whenever I see an image of a positive pregnancy test, even when it’s not mine. I was 29 years old when I found out I was pregnant with Waylon. I was feeling the pressure of my biological clock ticking and I had just talked Sam into trying to get pregnant. We were one of those couples that were blessed and didn’t have to “try” very long to get pregnant. It took us one shot and whether we were ready or not Waylon was coming!

This month in the #togetherwemother series we are talking about “the moment you first found out you were expecting” so be sure to check out all the other stories from the other mamas in this series below.

FYI: This post may be a little scattered because 4.5 years of parenting has made memories a little foggy and I’m writing this in between breaks from an intense Lego battle with Waylon.

When I first found out I was expecting I was excited and a little shocked it happened so fast. I had a feeling I was pregnant because I was a real “B” to Sam the weekend before… I remember biting his head of when he asked me why I didn’t return the Redbox movie on time ha ha! The next day those pink lines were my excuse for my not so nice demeanor.

Discovering we were going to be parents for the first time was nothing like I thought it would be. I had dreamt up images of us kissing and twirling around together in a heart-shaped hug, excited that were were going to be a family. But what we really experienced as a couple were mixed emotions.

Sam is a major logical, let’s-think-things-out kind of person and I subscribe more to the lets just jump in and figure it out as we go mentality. Both these attitudes are great in life and parenthood; I’d say we balance each other out well. But I’ve had to be okay with his reactions not mirroring mine. I knew we were meant to have a family and I knew it was the right time for us. I didn’t know how things would go or how my life would be forever changed but I was okay with that. Sam felt the weight of responsibility immediately and it took some time to process that he was going to be a father. In hindsight his reaction is admirable; he wasn’t sure if he was ready for fatherhood, but I knew he’d get there.

Over the next 8 months we encountered things we never expected with the diagnosis of placenta previa, preterm labor, bleeding at 29 weeks, intermittent hospital stays, steroid shots, 2 months of bedrest, and an induction 3 weeks early. It was whirlwind but I feel like it helped us become a family before he was even earthside. Sam was scared but so dedicated to me and growing Waylon. I was scared and felt the first dose of mom guilt during those months of bedrest. So many thoughts circled my mind…”I should have done this, I shouldn’t have worked out”…that and I bored out of my mind. I could write so much more on this but for now I want to focus on the story of how we became a family, how we celebrated this momentous life decision differently, and how we came together in parenthood.

Waylon came on March 27th, 2012 and was a healthy 6 lb 10 oz.  36 weeker and we knew the journey had really just begun. #togetherwemother series#togetherwemother series

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*Photos by Ostara Photography






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