Peace be with you.... and Advent Prayer Buddies, etc.

Peace be with you...
And also with you.

Feels like the end of an era.  A new translation of the Mass.   While I don't have strong views about the actual change of the Mass I do feel frustrated that money and time dedicated to the change. 

I am always conflicted when I criticize the Church... but this feels wrong. 

At a time when the country and the Church could use discipleship and positive programming, I hate that the energy, money, and time were spent in revamping and translating the Mass. 

Perhaps it's an LA thing... but I get a little jealous of the easy access my Protestant friends have to positive programs in their churches and examples of positive role models.  I've attended some MOPS meetings, and while I've been welcomed, I do feel out of place.  By definition, MOPS is not an evangelical or Protestant group but in our area it definitely is both.  I love the positive support and Christian love these moms extend one another. I just wish for this sort of community among Catholic moms.  It's just where I am in my life.

I recently spent a little time searching beyond my parish and found  nothing that was similar to MOPS.   I could use the positive reinforcement of good Christian role moms.  I must say that I get the most positive energy right now from reading Catholic mom blogs.  They've inspired me any many ways.

I guess my point about the change in translation of Mass is that it won't provide for me what I've been searching for... a deeper community of Catholic faith... especially among moms.

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I am so excited to partake in Advent Prayer Buddies.  I was part of the Easter exchange. It really provided me with what I yearned for.  A sense of belonging and support.  Although I don't know the women involved, it felt good to be praying with purpose for someone else.  It made my world feel a little smaller which is always nice.


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In an effort to be a better Advent Prayer Buddy, I am also dedicating myself to blogging more.  I still have to finish my letter to Mary Jane.  I need share more about Betsy.  I also look forward to using the blog to document my journey to become healthier.   Of course there will be first birthday preparations for MJ to talk about too! 

Mary Jane's Letter Part 2

Again, very over due. Mary Jane will soon be 11 months! And she has a baby sister, Betsy Jo!


So, back to my love letter.



Dearest Mary Jane,

Once we returned to the hotel, we talked about what we should do. We decided one last meal out as a DINK (dual income, no kids) dinner was in order. Victorville is full of chains. As you get to know your parents, you’ll know we love local culture and chains aren’t always our favorite (or atleast mine!).



We chose to eat at Outback Steakhouse. When we arrived, we noticed a big sign on the door. It was closing at 8 PM for a staff Christmas party. We checked our watch and realized that we had plenty of time. It was only 6 PM. We both splurged and order a cocktail and some sort of Surf and Turf.



We tried to have meaningful conversations but we really didn’t enjoy the meal much. We were just so anxious to meet you. Know remember, we didn’t know if you were Mary Jane or Charlie. We also weren’t sure what you’d look like. And most important, we knew anything could happen and all we wanted to do was meet YOU!

Once we got back to the hotel, we both got ready for bed . We called the hospital one more time to check on Miss Gabby but we were told it was fine for us to sleep.

I am not sure how we possibly slept but we did. When I woke before seven, I called again to check on Miss Gabby. We were so anxious. I was surprised to hear that little progress was made and it would be mid afternoon before you were born.

We ate breakfast at the hotel, showered up and tried to decide what to do for the next several hours. We talked about seeing a movie (I think we would have chosen Date Night… Daddy would not have enjoyed it!) Ultimately we chose to go to a Regional Park.



We drove out and weren’t sure what we’d do. We were excited when the ranger told us that beavers had built a dam. We’d picked up Subway lunch so we first had lunch. Then we explored to find the beavers. Well, you can’t see beavers during the day but we did see the impressive dam they built. We hiked around the park . We saw some horses and a pond. Again, though, it was surreal because all we cared about was our future with you! (We look forward to taking you there and hiking around too!)

We returned to the hotel and called the hospital again. No real changes. This was our version of labor I guess!



We spent the afternoon in our room and in the hotel lobby playing scrabble and reading magazines. It was quite chilly and they hotel was decorated for Christmas. They also had the fireplace going so it was quite cozy. But we were still anxious and thinking of you!

Finally we went back to our room. I called the hospital and they thought you were still hours away from arriving so we decided to go to sleep at 6:30 pm. We both took Tylenol PM and went to sleep.



RING RING. RING RING. At 8:30, a nurse named Rebecca called and asked if I was Jill. She said our baby would be here shortly.

It is hard to be aroused out of sleep. We were both excited, scared, excited and more scared. We changed, grabbed cameras and were out of the room by 8:45.



I was so worried that we wouldn’t get there in time. I wanted to be there as soon as I could for you.



Daddy and I barely spoke in the car. Finally one of us decided we should pray so we said a few prayers. I know we said a Hail Mary.

We arrived at the hospital. Got out. It was so cold and my heart was racing.



We rushed into the entry and asked to be led into Labor and Delivery. Rebecca met us in the waiting area. Soon you’d be in our arms!

Mary Jane's First Visit to UCLA

While she's a bit sleepy (ok, a whole lot of sleepy) in this photo, she did appreciate her first visit to the Westwood campus.  She made the trip all over the vast UCLA campus and did manage to get in a few Zs here.  Hopefully in 17 years, I'll be giving her the campus tour as a future Bruin!

Oops, wrong blog.  Hi, Jill!

Tick tock....

Blogging take time.  I've had little time!

Actually, I am struggling with the overwhelming need to manage social media and blogs.  I don't want it to be such a time suck.  I need to re-evaluate what is important to me and stick to it.  I find I read some less than encouraging blogs in a voyeuristic manner... what are they doing...blah blah blah.  The truth is I am happier when I surround myself with positive and upbeat reinforcements.    That said, I do think this blog as a journal is healthy and reinforcing to me. 

My long overdue letter to Mary Jane...

Dearest Mary Jane:

It’s been 148 days since I first held you in my arms.  It seems like you’ve been part of my life forever. Yet I also know what it felt like to want to meet you so badly.

In this letter, I want to recount what meeting you and your first few days was like for me.

First off, we had very little warning that you were on the way to us.  Most mommas get nine months to prepare.  Although we’d been waiting and praying for a baby for nearly two years, we only learned that you were coming to us on December 1^st. 

The call that came to us telling us that you were on the way to meet us came from my friend, Shannon.  She spoke to Mr. James.  He wanted to tell us that Miss Gabby was going to have a baby and would be at the hospital on December 6^th.  We immediately said we’d be there (we did some fast paperwork and calls to important people that would help us) and then we began packing.

Mr. James told us that Miss Gabby was checking into the hospital in the morning on Monday, December 6^th.  Since we knew that you would not be born for many hours, momma and dad decided to go to work for a few hours and then drive to the hospital.  Needless to say, neither of us did much work but we did think of you!

Victorville Valley Community Hospital is about two hours from momma’s work place.  We arrived at the hospital we called to talk to the social worker.  She wasn’t available so we sat and waited for her.  During the wait, Mr. James called us.  He asked if he could meet us.  We were so happy.   We wanted to see what Mr. James looked like since we knew you’d look like him.  We also wanted to hear all about Miss Gabby. 

Mr. James greeted us in the lobby of the hospital.  He is a warm and gentle man with a very kind spirit.  He shared stories about Miss Gabby.  He told us how smart Miss Gabby is and how she wants to go to school at UCLA.  He told us a story about how she was approached by photographers when she was young because she was so beautiful.  But most important, he told us about her faith.  Miss Gabby was responsible for bringing her whole family to their church. Their family had been Buddhist but Miss Gabby “met” Jesus and decided that he was her savior.  Through her bible study and faith, she introduced her dad, Mr. James, and her mom, Miss Lisa, to Christianity. 

Mr. James told us how Miss Gabby wants you to be raised in a Christian home and learn to love Jesus just like she does.  We promised Mr. James that we’d take you to church and expose you to our faith (so no complaints on Sundays!).

Mr. James also told us that it would be many hours, perhaps another day before Miss Gabby would have you.  He needed to drive home, and we stayed back to meet the social worker. 

When we met the social worker, she was wearing reindeer antlers.  All throughout the meeting, the hospital staff decorated the Christmas tree in the lobby.  I was so excited that I’d soon be meeting you, and the distraction of the decorations, I barely remember anything we discussed.  I just knew that the social worker had what she needed from us… and that there didn’t seem to be any worries for us.

After leaving the social worker, we went and returned to our hotel room at the Hilton Garden Inn.  We’d checked in earlier (in between waiting our first stop at the hospital and our return to meet Mr. James). 

More to come later.... it's time to get some sleep.

I love you baby girl.

Alleluia! Easter is here!

My first Easter as a momma......  what a blessing.  Mary Jane was an angel throughout mass (is mass capitaloized?!  I never know...).  We got to see our families during Holy week and Easter.  It was wonderful. 

I'll do a Lent recap tomorrow.... but until then, here's some pictures of Easter.

Slow going....

Maybe slow going is what I wish I was doing.  Lent is almost over and I feel like I've been on a treadmill.
This is the first Lenten season (and soon to be Holy Week) that I've lived as a mother. 

All of my good intentions seem to be jumbled up and not coming to fruition. 

The one thing that I have been good about is praying daily.  And praying the Rosary.  Oh, and I have been doing reflections with The Word Among Us.

Why???? Well, it's easy to do when I have a sleepy girl in my arms.  It's part of our night time ritual.

I never intended to say a rosary w/Mary Jane every night, but that's what lulls her to sleep and it keeps me in a good state of mind.  It definitely centers me.

J is teaching confirmation tonight (we alternate weeks).  It's sort of nice to be home with a sleeping baby.  I should probably get housework or something done but instead I am going to work with some new professional pictures we took w/my entire family :) 

One last random thought....  The Word Among Us.  I sort of equate it to USA TODAY.  Not terribly meaty... but what a perfect reflection for an overtired mom.  Seriously. It's light and not too long so I can commit to keeping my eyes open just long enough to read through it, pray and reflect.