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 Hello to all of my new readers! Just trying to navigate what direction to next take this blog.  Be patient please as I’ve got a little one!

Sincerely,

Erika

Praise

 All praise and honor be

To the most high Jesus Christ!

Heavenly father you are 

The ultimate God, our only True God!

The bounty which we receive is 

Thy gracious gift!

Praise to the Father,

We humbly accept!

All glory and honor is Yours

Almighty Father 

Forever and Ever

Amen

Warning to FEAR GOD!

 I am faithful to the God of the Jews and that is why I am never alone.

All who come against me come against the one, true God.

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

My birth Story - Max - A Poem

 For Max, on the two week anniversary of his birth

The pain you forget.

It’s the triumph and relief over pregnancy and labor

You remember.

The final two pushes:

His head and shoulders out and down.

The beauty of it,

The primal howling that brings

A son forth.

The son, my Sun.

This, this is my True North—

The room we were in,

The stillness of the early morning

The calm steady quiet of the hospital, as if knowing, waiting,

Everyone who showed up, nurses, midwives,

Midwives,

A doula

Birth partner;

The Canon that captured your first moments,

Alicia Keys and Under Pressure and

Everything, so surreal.

I’ll never forget how twelve hours passed 

like twenty minutes

My mind distorting the time to prepare.

And the joy we felt as we heard your first cries.

Max you are real

Max you are real

We are doing this and it is happening

And thank you for choosing us

And thank you most high God

For this epic incomparable gift

In the form of this child, 7 lbs 15 ounces.

Life will never be the same again, my sweet,

And family has taken on new and renewed meaning.

Of this and much else I am right now certain.

Erika

 Don’t let your past dictate who you are

But let it be a part of who you will become.