Rachel’s Birth

•August 4, 2014 • 1 Comment

Seth and Joel are at the library. Rachel is asleep. I have 5 minutes to recount her arrival into our family.

Several months ago, we scrutinized the calendar and when Seth’s mom should arrive and depart, hoping Rachel would come during that window of time.

Grandma arrived on Wednesday, June 4, in the afternoon. We visited, had a nice dinner together, and went to bed. In the early, early morning hours on the 5th, I felt like the Braxton Hicks contractions were taking on a different style. But I was half asleep, so I wasn’t sure. When Seth kissed me goodbye around 6am, I said, “I think I might be having contractions, but I don’t know. Keep your phone nearby.” By 6:30 I started timing them and they were 6-7 minutes apart, but a little irregular. I went to the bathroom and there were some other signs of pending labor, the details of which I will spare you. At 7:30am he said he’d come home.

I emailed my Thursday morning small group from church and said that I would likely not be making it. I spent a lot of time resting, laboring and breathing through contractions. My usually very busy and very loud toddler joined me, but he wanted to just peacefully lay with me and it was the sweetest thing.

Fortunately I had a scheduled doctor’s check up at noon, so we didn’t have to play the “should we go to the hospital? should we not?” game. Right at noon I saw the doctor and she examined me, at which time my water broke e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. Lovely. “You might want to make your way to the hospital soon. Grab some lunch, but be there by this afternoon.” I thought this was very cool, because noon is when the small group ends and they were praying for Rachel’s birth, and this was the exact time my water broke. And the small group was about a half block away from the hospital.

I forgot my license and insurance card, so we had to go home. This was good because we got to say goodbye to Joel and tell him we’d be in the hospital, and that his baby sister was coming!

Then Seth and I went to one of our favorite lunch spots and sat outside. The sunshine felt so good on my shoulders. By the end of lunch, I was pretty uncomfortable and had to stop a few times to breathe with Seth on the short walk to the car. We checked into the hospital a few blocks away.

They checked me into the triage room to monitor the baby and check my status. I was only supposed to be in there a short time, so we didn’t set up any of our labor stuff (music, massage oil, focus pictures, etc). But with hospital miscommunication (what?!!) it ended up being longer. I was on my back the whole time with the monitors and the contractions were so strong. After two hours, I decided I was done with the “natural” portion of my labor. “Would you like your epidural waiting for you in your room when we move you?” was the equivalent to, “Would you like a glass of champagne waiting for you at the spa?” Yes! I moved to a beautiful LDR room and the anesthesiologist was there within 10 minutes. It was a quick, pain-free epidural insertion and I was able to rest and enjoy the next few hours. I was allowed a clear diet (unlike previous hospital) so I alternated juices and various colored jellos for a long while. What a difference it made to have food-based energy when it came time to push. Like with Joel, my body didn’t dilate much on its own with the contractions (even pre-epidural) so they wanted to add some pitocin. Fine. I went from 4cm to 9cm in 3.5 hours. At 8:45pm, my doctor announced I was at 9cm and Seth, the nurse and I all cheered. She said she’d be back soon. At 9:25 I began pushing and little Rachel was born at 9:31. They placed her directly on my chest and I held her while she was examined and cleaned. The cord had been wrapped around her neck and we’re so thankful there were no complications for our little blossom.

She nursed & slept and nursed & slept for the next day. I felt much more rested, more peaceful, and felt less pain than the first time around during recovery. The nurse made a little flower for her hospital hat. The next day, Seth brought Joel and his mom to meet her. Joel patted her, held her, kissed her and made funny faces at her. And this is the story of the FOUR Pruitts. Welcome Rachel, we are so love with you.

Songs for My Babies

•June 18, 2014 • Leave a Comment

The theme song for Joel’s birth and bringing him home from the hospital was Beautiful Day by U2. We listened to the original and Rock-a-Bye Lullaby version multiple times during those first days together. (Insert sobbing here)

In the few days before Rachel was born, Seth & I spent our late evenings relaxing on the couch and listening to Van Morrison songs for the first time ever. We put on the same mix when we brought her home and I heard Crazy Love – a song I’d never heard before. It’s officially Rachel’s newborn theme song. (Insert sobbing here)

Crazy Love

I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that’s where I belong
Yet I’m running to her like a river’s song

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

She’s got a fine sense of humor when I’m feeling low down
And when I come to her when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief

Yes I need her in the daytime
Yes I need her in the night
Yes I want to throw my arms around her
Kiss her hug her kiss her hug her tight

And when I’m returning from so far away
She gives me some sweet lovin’ brighten up my day
Yes it makes me righteous, yes it makes me feel whole
Yes it makes me mellow down in to my soul

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

Welcome Baby Girl

•June 18, 2014 • 1 Comment

Rachel Halleen

Born June 5, 2014 at 9:31pm

6 lbs, 12 oz

18.5 inches long



Changes, Big & Bigger

•May 30, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Within a 10 week span of time, we will be…

  • welcoming a baby daughter 
  • closing on our first home
  • moving from NoVa to AZ
  • supporting Seth’s new job at ASU Carey

Anything else we should add in? I’ve teased that we should also file for divorce, but then throw a big “vow renewal/wedding” party – just to ensure that we have ALL of life’s major stressful events covered in a short amount of time. ;)

First and foremost, our daughter is due any day. This baby, brought to us once again through healing prayer, is such a blessing and I just can’t wait to meet her. Our home, if it doesn’t fall through, is a wonderful provision and we’re excited to raise our littles there. Seth’s new job is an exciting opportunity for him and allows him to spend more time doing nerd research. The move gets us closer to our families and in a more affordable area…. although there are aspects about moving away that just plain stink. Leaving friends, in particular. A huge thumbs down to that. Keep an eye out for our “vow renewal” invite. I asked Bravo TV if they wanted to sponsor it. They said no.

So yeah, that’s what’s up with us.

Sleeping with the Enemy

•January 4, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Joel had a BLAST with his cousins over Christmas. He was so engaged with them, and they were kind enough to go along with his preferred activities most of the time. He was very excited to see them each morning, often yelling, “My cousins!!!” 

One side effect of their willingness to indulge his direction is that he got a little too power happy.

He was playing with his 6 yr old cousin in the nursery upstairs…

Kate: I’m hungry.

Joel: No you’re not.

Kate: I want to go downstairs.

Joel: No you don’t.

And then there was my favorite moment, in his 10 yr old cousin’s face…

“Do you want to march in my Frosty parade? Say yes!”

I’m hoping this isn’t an insight into a future filled with emotional control and verbal abuse! We might need to keep an eye on him! ;)

Opposite Day

•December 21, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Some days with a 2 yr old can be labeled as Opposite Day.

“We’re going downstairs for breakfast.” “No, we are NOT going downstairs for breakfast!”

“I’m going to have some cereal and milk.” “No, you are NOT going to have cereal and milk. You are NOT.”

“Let’s go to the park today.” “No, we canNOT go to the park today.”

“I’d like to read you a story.” “No, you will NOT read me a story. You WON’T!”

I don’t really like Opposite Day.

Take, Eat

•December 6, 2013 • Leave a Comment

The church we attend, Restoration Anglican, just finished a thought-provoking series on Genesis. One point of interest is that Genesis 1 (the creation story) is a poem, not a science textbook. The information provided not being how or when, but who.

Also striking, for me, is this incredible parallel. In the garden, Eve was told of the fruit, “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God.” Take it. Eat it. She did. And thus the introduction of brokenness, suffering, and shame. The world as it stands today.

A few thousand years later, similar words were spoken. “While they were eating, Jesus took some bread, and after a blessing, He broke it and gave it to the disciples, and said, ‘Take, eat; this is My body.’ And when He had taken a cup and given thanks, He gave it to them, saying, ‘Drink from it, all of you; for this is My blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for forgiveness of sins.'” Take it. Eat it. A symbol of full reconciliation with God. A promise of a kingdom with no more brokenness, no more suffering, and no more shame.

“And he who sits on the throne said, ‘Behold, I am making all things new.'” Rev 21:5



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