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Welcome to the Family, Adley Mae
Well, I blinked and somehow our little Adley Mae is already over a month old. Mama’s don’t joke when they say that it goes by fast. I’ve been taking this last month to soak in every sweet, little moment, figure out our new normal and live life at a much slower, but sweeter, pace.
Now don’t get me wrong — pregnancy is hard, giving birth is REALLY hard, life with a newborn is hard. And while everyone’s journey is different, I feel completely blessed to have had a pretty smooth pregnancy, labor & delivery, recovery and first month with my girl. I am by no means giving myself a pat on the back because y’all, all glory to Jesus because He is really the one who’s got my back through all of this and has answered countless prayers for an easy pregnancy and healthy baby.
Anyway, today I wanted to share a little bit more about Adley Mae’s birth, her first month here with us and life as a new mama.
It’s pretty wild to me looking at this sweet little baby and remembering “oh yeah, I gave birth to her.” LIKE WHAT?! I’M FREAKING AWESOME. Of all the things I was most fearful of during pregnancy, it was definitely the actual giving birth part. I mean, no one can really prepare you for what it’s like because everyone is so different, but that’s kind of the beauty of it because we really need to have major faith here.
Happy Birthday, Adley Mae!
So rewind….I was absolutely convinced this girl was coming early. I just had a feeling for months that she’d surprise us at least a few days early. Yeah, I was wrong. Girlfriend wanted to come right on time and ended up being born on her actual due date, March 10th. The day before Adley was born I woke up feeling so pregnant, so tired and just so ready to meet her. Barely one cup of coffee into the day and I was starting to feel like maybe I would just be pregnant forever? (Irrational pregnant thoughts, I think most mama’s understand….) But after the cramps I’d been feeling all week turned into mild, but somewhat consistent contractions I started to think maybe all those pineapple smoothies and walks around the mall had worked their magic. But of course, I didn’t dare tell anyone, I mean I didn’t want to get anyone too excited just in case it was a false alarm. Josh was off at school presenting a mid-term review of his thesis (after pulling an all nighter) so I figured I’d wait until he got home to mention it.
By the time Josh got home, I was all sorts of grumpy, crampy and starting to feel pretty uncomfortable. So I took a shower, packed the rest of my hospital bag, put on a little bit of makeup (I mean I wanted to look somewhat presentable, even if I was going to be at the hospital. In hindsight…SOOOO not important.) But, I still hadn’t told anyone. Finally around 9, when I was pretty sure it was happening, I
casually mentionedmoaned in pain to Josh that I thought I might be in labor and no, I did not want to play a board game…LOL. After a few hours of waiting it out at home, my mom (proof that we always need our mama’s….so shoutout to mine, who came all the way to frigid North Dakota from sunny California to be with us, help us out, cook us meals & clean our stove…because that’s what moms do, right?) drove us to the hospital, we got checked in and I was admitted at 1am.The rest is such a blur of closed eyes, heavy breathing and trying to convince Josh that I needed to have an epidural (code word: I love North Dakota) yeah I thought it was that bad. I didn’t get the epidural but I ended up just having two low dose pain killers through an IV during labor and by the time I was ready to give up, my nurse told me I was already dilated to a 7.5 and I was almost done. Those nurses, oh my word, they really know what to say to keep a girl goin’….even if their translation of “almost done” means a few more hours.
Around 6am, they told me it was time to start pushing…which y’all, I though the contractions would be the hardest part. Boy was I wrong. Thank God for my sweet husband who stood by my side the entire time, coaching me through my breathing, holding my hand and encouraging me every step of the way. I really wasn’t sure how involved I’d want him to be in the whole birth experience, but I literally could not have done it without him. He was amazing (and mind you this is after about 48 hours of no sleep for him….what a guy.) After reaching a point where I wasn’t sure I could even do it, Josh turned on one of our favorite songs that we’d played a lot for miss Adley before she was born, “So Will I (100 Billion X)” by Hillsong, I
criedsobbed and forty excruciating minutes later, our girl was born and in my arms and the last five hours of pain faded away.Our girl was here, she was healthy and the nine months of waiting to meet her were made so worth it with just one look at her sweet, little face. I’ve never experienced a greater rush of emotions in my entire life; happiness, relief and a completely, overwhelming sense of joy. It’s crazy how this tiny little person has the power to stir up emotions I never even knew I had.
Adley Mae Cristy
Born: Saturday, March 10th, 2018 at 6:40am CST
Where: Sanford Family Birth Center in Fargo, North Dakota
Weight: 7 lbs. 4 oz.
Height: 20 1/2 inches
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
One Month of Adley Mae & One Month of the Best Job Ever.
Now that Adley’s been in our lives for nearly five weeks, I almost don’t remember a life without her. She has her daddy’s eyes, her mama’s lips and the sweetest smile that just melts our hearts in an instant. This girl eats like a champ, sleeps like her daddy, loves her swing, tummy time & music. She’s finally found the carseat somewhat tolerable and is really starting to actually enjoy bath time. She outgrew her newborn clothes at about three weeks old and I finally put them away last night and couldn’t believe how tiny they seemed!! Our 11 pound chunk has the sweetest little cheeks and I’m amazed by how much she grows and changes every day.
Being a new mama sure has it’s growing pains, but this is by far the best job I’ve ever had. This past month I’ve been amazed by how those “motherly instincts” just kick in….our hearts expand, our bodies heal, our love grows, and it’s all pretty darn amazing if you ask me. Never has something so new felt so natural to me. What a blessing and a gift to get to be a mama; sleepless nights, countless diapers, spit up, changing body and all. So excited to have the opportunity to share this journey with y’all!
Sending love from up North,
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2018: A Year to Simplify
Hopes, dreams, wishes, plans, resolutions; whatever you call them, the start of the new year is always the sweetest time to write these desires of our hearts down. For me? I always seem to have a hard time getting them down on paper before January 1st, but having a January birthday, I always feel like I’ve got a two week grace period to figure out what I want my year to look like.
Typically, the first week of January, I give myself the chance to reflect on the past year and plan for the new year without any real obligations to “kick start” these goals until after my birthday on the 15th. Sure, it might be cheating….but I like to think that since it works for me, it’s okay. Maybe it’s because I’ve never really loved New Years Eve and always just want to sleep in on January 1st….but hey, to each their own.
So here we are, one week away from my last ever birthday in my 20’s and I still can’t believe that Christmas is over, 2017 is over, I’m about to be real old and we’re now in the year where basically everything is going to change. Between meeting our little miss in March and my husband graduating in May, these next few months are going to be full, crazy and absolutely wonderful. So as I started to think about this next stage of life and what I want life this year to look like, the word simplify came to mind.
Now this might seem funny, especially to my mother (this blogs biggest fan, right mom?!) who knows me as the ultimate minimalist (I was sorting drawers and filling up thrift store bags from a young age folks….seriously, just ask her) but for some reason it just feels right. While externally, my life is often very organized and simplified, I think my heart and my mind can become a bit overcrowded with to-do lists, unnecessary worries, and just simply, junk. It is my hope this year to focus less on the simplifying of space and actual items (though that is always a top priority for the type-a personality in me) and focus more on how I fill my heart, my mind and my time. Simply put, I want more of the good stuff and less of the bad stuff.
I know in a few short months, life with a newborn will be a total game-changer, but it is my hope that I can spend these next few months filling my heart and mind with things that are more life-giving so hopefully when baby girl is here, I can be the best version of myself for this little one and teach her what really matters. I want quality over quantity in all things, more books & less screen time, more joy & less negativity, more time spent savoring each moment and less time worrying about the next thing, more grace and less perfection, more of Jesus & less of me and a full & grateful heart in it all.
So there ya have it. It’s no glamorous list of action steps and big hopes, dreams & goals…and that’s okay. It’s what I need right now. And as I embark on this journey of simplifying, I hope you’ll join me in savoring each moment just a little bit longer, choosing joy even when your heart wants to complain, and simplifying (the physical stuff & the mental stuff.) Cheers to 2018, I’ve got a good feeling about this one.
Sending love from up North,
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Why I Ditched My Capsule Wardrobe
Remember that little “experiment” I did last fall? Yeah, so….it really didn’t go too well, let’s just say I didn’t exactly finish my challenge. But in all seriousness, over the last (almost) year since that wild-haired idea, I’ve found a much better way to do things. And thank the LORD because I’m pretty sure everyone is kind of tired of hearing about the whole “capsule wardrobe” thing.
After a few years of trying to figure out this whole “capsule” project, I had a realization that it just really didn’t work for me.
At first, I felt a little defeated…I mean, I’d spent what felt like an eternity trying to weed my closet down to an irrationally small number of pieces. But y’all…..I just love cute shoes and flowy dresses and pretty blouses too much. And in reality, I had to come to grips with the fact that a capsule wardrobe just didn’t really fit with my lifestyle. I mean heck, I’ve lived in four states over the past three years….all with very different climates, I’m now 20 weeks pregnant and literally expanding every single day and I’ve realized, I really like variety….so the whole “one size fits all” approach didn’t really apply to me. Now don’t get me wrong, the capsule wardrobe is an amazing concept and if you’re doing it….you go girl. Seriously. But to put it simply, it just doesn’t work for me.
The trouble was that I was continually getting rid of stuff because it didn’t quite work but then after a few months, I was realizing that ‘oh shoot, I might actually now need those snow boots, because I’m going to be living in North Dakota….woops.’ So ultimately, this lead to me constantly spending wayyyy more money than I needed to, just to simply replace stuff that I had already gotten rid of.
I was buying stuff that I realized really wasn’t my style.
So, over the past year, I’ve been really intentional about honing in on my personal style and picking out things because I absolutely love them, not because they seemed like they would go with everything. I mean sure, there’s something to be said about versatility (I’m all for it) but what I ended up with was a closest full of black skinny jeans and striped black tees. Which was perfect when I lived in Seattle….I mean, that’s basically the uniform out there, but it really wasn’t me. So I dumped about 90% of my black clothing and started the transition to clothes in colors and styles that I knew I would really love to wear and that I wouldn’t get bored with in a few months. (Easier said than done.)
Now, this process is far from over….I still have some items in my closet that I don’t absolutely love but just can’t bring myself to get rid of them until I’ve found the right replacement, but I have confidence that I’ll get there…eventually.
Anyway, don’t take this as a big ‘ol bash session of the capsule wardrobe. I know plenty of gals who have done it and love it. But simply put, it’s just not for everyone. So instead, I’ve adopted the habit to pursue a more intentional approach to my closet. But what does this look like? I’ll lay it out for ya….
- Set a budget. Any other budget life gals out there? But really, this helps a ton. Sure, some months I might splurge a little bit and go over budget on an item (sorry hubs!) but I’m working on then adjusting for the following month and reigning it in. But simply the act of having a set dollar amount that I know I can spend guilt free each month lets me pick and choose the items I want or need and then it allows me to be intentional with that money.
- Aim for quality over quantity. I’d much rather have a closet full of of a few things that I absolutely love than a full closet just for the sake of having a full closet. Oftentimes, this means spending a little more of my hard earned cash — but in the long run, it’s so worth it to have pieces that are well made and won’t go out of style in the next few months. Some of my favorite places for these staple pieces are Madewell, J Crew & Anthropologie.
- Have grace for yourself. Sure, in a perfect world I would never find myself in the Target clearance aisle….but this is real life y’all and those clearance racks look pretty amazing at times.
- Get rid of the stuff you don’t need! I constantly find myself curating my closet; figuring out what I need to fill the gaps or what needs to be donated because it’s just not being worn. My husband calls it obsessive, I call it order. I mean really, why would I keep the jeans that haven’t fit for two years? Make peace and donate ’em! Someone else will be stoked when the strike gold at the local thrift store.
- Keep a list of wants & needs. I keep two lists on my phone. One is the essential items or the “needs.” Think, new bra, socks, a white tee…those things that we can only hold off on buying for so long. My second list typically consists of more of the “wants” sure I might need a new pair of skinny jeans, but I’m not going to go naked without them. Hence, it goes on the want list. This list helps me be reminded to save those precious $$ when I’m out and about and spot something I just “have to have” but probably is completely impractical. Going back to my lists helps me remember what it is I’m saving for and why I should just put that white dress (that’s almost identical to the one I have back at home) back on the rack.
- Dress for the life you actually have. I know that age old saying “dress for the job you want, not the job you have” which….does have some validity to it in a professional setting, but it also leaves us with closets full of items that just don’t fit into our current day to day. It would be really easy for me to channel my inner California girl and buy shorts and tank tops and sundresses 24/7 but in reality, I live in North Dakota. It’s sticky and hot in the summer and straight up frigid in the winter…without a lot of in-between. So I essentially have my two closets for these extreme seasons. Annnd, I work in pretty casual environments, so I don’t need a zillion pairs of heels & blazers.
Well, that’s about it friends. Pretty simple…pretty straightforward, but not too rigid. I think it’s so easy to get sucked into any trend — be it the “buy nothing” concept or the liketoknowit “buy everything I see on Instagram” but really, we should all aim for balance and give ourselves grace when we realize that balance is pretty dang hard to achieve. So tell me, how do you shop?? Are you a minimalist, buying only the absolute necessities?? Or do you crave change and find yourself walking out of a local boutique each week with something new?
Sending love from up North,
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Never Say Never
[No, this is not an ode to the Justin Bieber. (But really….what happened to the Biebs?) Anyway, honestly, when I first started writing this post….I thought I was going to be writing about all of the joys of the first year of marriage and life in North Dakota. Heck, I don’t even know if any of this makes sense or if my title is even relevant….#wordvomit. But it’s funny how sometimes God just takes over and pushes our hearts and words in a different, but better direction. Plus….it was time I shared a little bit more about why I’ve been basically MIA from this blog for so long. So here’s to hoping you find a little sliver of hope & encouragement here.]
It’s pretty amazing all that can happen in a year. A little over a year ago, I was packing up my little apartment in Seattle, planning the last-minute details of a wedding, finalizing dress fittings and preparing for my world to be completely overturned (in the best way) by all of the things that were about to change; my last name, my zip code & my heart. Now, as I sit at home in my cozy apartment just outside Fargo, North Dakota….I can’t help but realize that really nothing about my life looks the same as it used to. And y’all, that’s a great thing. Some days, it’s a hard thing, but really most days, it’s a wonderful, incredible, amazing thing.
If you would’ve told me four years ago that I’d be living in North Dakota, married, with a husband in grad school, I would have likely had a big ‘ol laugh in your face. As a West Coast girl through and through the thought of living in the Midwest would have just seemed straight up laughable. But if you’ve followed along this crazy journey I’ve been on over the last few years, you might remember that so far, I’ve lived in every single place I ever said I wouldn’t ever live in. Yep. Back to Washington? Check. Montana? Check. North Dakota? Check and check. I’ve started to really realize that it’s a pretty dangerous thing for me to use the word “never.”
But that’s the BEST part…God has used all of my “no’s and turned them into “yes’s” and used them in a profound way to deeply impact my life and grow me as a person. Has it always felt good? Nope, nope & nope. But has it been worth it? Yes, always yes.
But that’s the thing about being obedient to the calling on our lives, sometimes it just hurts. And friends, I’m here to tell you that is so okay. In fact it’s more than okay. In the past year, I’ve learned so much about sacrifice, commitment and walking into, and through moments that were uncomfortable just by being obedient (sometimes begrudgingly) with my actions. It can be so easy to walk away when things get hard, or pack up your bags and move along when life gets boring. I’ve been there. I’ve been that girl that craved change and movement. Luckily, God used my missteps to write a beautiful story, but not without struggle. This year, though life was like one big tidal wave of change, in the middle of it all, it wasn’t always the change that I desired. But God kept me, He guided me, He rooted me in something greater than circumstances, people, places or things.
I’ll be honest with you, this year has been no walk in the park. It’s been trying, humbling, frustrating and just plain hard at times. It’s been sleepless nights, buckets of tears, loneliness & hard times. (Stick with me….the light is coming.) So why do I share this? Because friends, it is so, so, so easy to think that everyone else has it all together when we feel like we’re crumbling inside. It’s so easy to look at other people’s lives and spin up a story about how much better things are for them. (Been there, done that.) But most of the time, this is never the reality of it all.
I spent a lot of this year feeling so stupid for struggling. This was supposed to be the best year of my life! Newlywed! Finally in the same place as the one I love! Don’t get me wrong, it was an amazing year full of such sweet moments, but dangit, it was wayyyyy harder than I ever could have anticipated.
I like to think that I’m a strong person, but this year, I never felt weaker. And honestly, part of this was marriage. It humbled me to a place of realizing that I couldn’t be so independent anymore and it brought me to my knees after realizing just how imperfect and weak I truly am. Whewwww, they sure don’t mention all that stuff in premarital counseling. Or maybe they did? (I’m working on that whole”listening better” thing….just ask my very sweet & very patient husband.
Friends, I share all of this and I hope it doesn’t make me sound like a Debby Downer. That is so far from what I’m after here. I love my husband deeply, I cherish this life that I am blessed with and I am so, so grateful for everything I have. But I’ve just gotta be real with y’all….life is tough! And I hope if nothing else, this encourages you that it’s okay to sometimes feel stuck in the difficult, trying and hard moments. It’s okay to struggle through life and feel just so imperfect. Because ya know what?
You are perfectly imperfect and that is just the way God intended us all to be.
Without these difficult moments, I think we’d all be walking around completely self-sufficient, totally self-reliant and without even the slightest understanding of our need for Jesus. I think it can be so easy to coast through life feeling like we don’t desperately need Jesus, but it’s reality that slaps us into shape and makes us remember “oh hey, I need a savior like big time.” It’s those low moments that go undocumented on social media that push us into the arms of a good and loving Father.
I think that all of these changes in life over the last year pushed me out of a place of what had become self-sufficiency and into a place of realizing my major need for Jesus. Because without realizing that need, acknowledging it & walking into it with faith….life is kind of meaningless. (Disagree?? Check out Ecclesiastes & that might just change your mind. Solomon drops some serious truth bombs in there. Just make sure you read the whole book less you feel a bit discouraged after.)
Sweet, sweet friends. I pray that you would walk into whatever road is ahead of you, be it a road of deep suffering and struggle, or a road of great joy, a road of change and uncertainty, or a road of complete and utter surrender because God knows what He is doing.
So stay in your lane and walk into the calling you have received! I know it’s hard sometimes, but I promise, it is so, so worth it.
Sending love from up North,
All photos by Cottonwood Road Photography
Dress is from American Eagle
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Dressed and Ready with PinkBlush + a Giveaway!
Growing up with two brothers, I hated wearing dresses. All I wanted to do was climb trees, build forts and dig to China. But my sweet mama wouldn’t have any of it. As much as I fought to be a tomboy, she had a rule that I wore a dress to school at least two times a week. I dreaded those days.
Fast forward a couple decades and my closet is busting at the seams with dresses, bows and lace and I absolutely love embracing a more feminine style. Sure, I love a good flannel and leggings, but dresses? Now those are my jam.
But with my attempts to pursue a more minimalistic wardrobe it can sometimes be a difficult task to find a dress that I truly love and can wear all year round. So when I came across this adorable boho inspired tunic at PinkBlush I was thrilled to have a piece to add to my closet that I felt covered all seasons. I wore it with a cozy shawl, over-the-knee boots and tights for a wintertime look, but I could easily pair it with sandals, wedges or even Converse for a sweet, summery look. A few of my other favorites at PinkBlush were this maroon sequin dress (all the heart eyes), this mauve wrap dress (my husbands favorite!) and this maroon off-the-shoulder dress (love this trend.)
I love the color combination (the maroon details were perfect) and how well it paired with so many different sweaters and jackets already in my closet. The neckline was something that I wouldn’t normally pick out, but I ended up loving it and it really gave a little extra something to the dress. Loose, flowy dresses are my favorite so it came as no surprise to me when I found out that PinkBlush offers an amazing section of beautiful maternity dresses. (No mom, I’m not pregnant.) BUT I will say that part of me loves that their dresses are so versatile that they can be worn throughout the many seasons of life. It’s good to know that this cute dress won’t be left in the dust someday when we do decide to start having kids.
*Giveaway closed* Want to win $50 to spend at PinkBlush on yourself?! Share your go-to outfit below in the comments and be entered to win a little shopping spree! Giveaway runs until Tuesday, 12/20. Winner will be announced and contacted on Wednesday 12/21. Good luck!
Thank you PinkBlush for sponsoring this post. I received free product in exchange for writing a review on my blog. All opinions expressed are my own.
All photos via Bri Lee.