Baby's First Big Holiday | The Baby Ezra Growth Series: 6 Weeks


Happy Independence Day weekend!  Wishing you all a safe and happy holiday.

Ezra is 6 weeks old today.  I feel like this age always marks a new phase in my babies' development. This precious baby can be so alert and is beginning to smile and hold his own head up!  I'm also proud to say his thighs are plumping up scrumptiously as his 3 month clothes no longer fit loosely.  I jumped on the scale with him the other afternoon.  Ezra weighs nearly 12 pounds already!

Words cannot express how happy Ezra makes me feel, like I was made to be this baby's mama.  Ezra is this little sunshine of a gift with the most content personality... and whom just really prefers to be snuggled up next to me, his mama, at all times.  I'm soaking in every snuggle; wraps have become my best multi-tasking friend and are worn for hours each day.

I'm sad the teeny tiny newborn phase is already over, but Ezra is still a little baby with so much growth ahead to look forward to.  After all, I'm still rocking a baby in the wee hours of the morning instead of sleeping.  And those pathetic newborn cries?  Yeah, he's still got 'em.  So cheers to the next 6 weeks of this, oh so sweet, "fourth trimester"!

One Month with Ezra


Time is such a bittersweet thing these days. Ezra is one month old. The last four weeks have been a sleepless but beautiful blur of nursing, diaper changes, and snuggles. By far my favorite part of having a newborn are the cuddles! It's hard for me to leave the nursery chair because I just want to soak in every moment: every curve of his little face, the sound of his breathing, how his little chin quivers when he cries, and the way his toes stretch as he eats.

I must be a hormonal mess still because there have been times that I've just held Ezra and cried. I've cried out of gratitude. I've cried because it feels like time is slipping by too fast. I've cried because the rest of my family needs me... as does the fact that we're gearing up to sell our home while building a new one. So much to do, so many things to clean and little people's problems to solve, when all I really want is sweet quiet time with my baby.

Newborn days are such sacred days. Few other times in my life have made me feel as if I was fulfilling my divine destiny more than caring for a newborn. I feel as if I was made for motherhood; made to be Ezra's (and Conrad's and Levi's and Jed's) mother. They are mine and I am theirs -- forever. We belong to one another and I have been given a stewardship to raise them into fine young men. It is both a humbling thought and feeling.

By the way, fourth babies are where all the joy and only 10% of the worry is at! I was dressing Ezra in one of Jed's first outfits when a flood of memories came sweeping in. I remember being so eager to see Jed reach the next milestone: rolling over, sitting up, sleeping through the night, etc. I worried if I was doing everything right. If I didn't sing him a lullaby, would he be tone deaf? So many silly things! With Ezra, I know I am enough. In fact, he is my child who has hands down been cared for with the most experience and patience. I don't worry if he'll ever sleep through the night. I know he will sleep eventually. Until then, I have a few tried and true habits to help get me through. Cradle cap and dry skin? No worries! Just smear vaseline on it. His skin looks beautiful, by the way.

It is truly hard to think Ezra is my last baby. This is it. I get to witness one last round of firsts. Bron, c'mon, we can totally handle a 5th child, right?! But I honestly wonder whether or not a 5th would be a good idea too.

The big boys are bored. A new baby is quite the adjustment! I'm a bit slow these days, recovering from delivery and caring for a baby: feed, diaper change, feed again. But fortunately, the boys don't seem to resent the baby. It's quite the opposite. They love Ezra! Jed is always enthusiastic about holding him and Conrad perpetually wants to pat his head. The first month is always crazy with the older siblings. They have each been acting out in their own ways. Jed has earned the nickname Eeyore on occasion and Levi is like a bull in a china shop! (We just laughed when we realized Conrad is the personification of Tigger.) It's frustrating, but I know the dust will settle soon.

Oh!  And I should mention, at least in passing, about all the craziness our country faced this last month, from Covid to a huge Black Lives Matter movement that included mass riots.  I don't have the time or energy to comment on it; it's pretty emotionally draining.  But it's a part of Ezra's first days on earth and I want to remember it happened.  

Ezra seems to be the perfect addition to our family at the moment. He is so chill. He only fusses when he's hungry or wants to be held. It means my Solly Wrap has become a daily accessory, but I thoroughly enjoy the cuddles and sleepy sighs as he sleeps on my chest while I go about making dinner and other daily tasks. And thankfully he's not too stubborn about being put down to sleep. He may awake when his head hits the mattress, but he usually grunts himself back into slumber. Oh, what a content and sweet child! Ezra is truly a joyful addition. Heavenly Father knew exactly what we needed and when we needed it.

I love you, Ezra, so so much!!!  And I am so thankful God sent you to me.

A Birth Story for Ezra


He's here!  Introducing the softest and squishiest bundle of joy who completes our family.

Meet Ezra Glen Nelson born on Friday May 22, 2020 at 4:29 PM weighing 9lbs 1oz and 21.5 inches long.

Ezra is my tiniest baby with by far the smoothest and quickest delivery.  It's true when they say no two deliveries are alike.  I now have four completely different, and yet uniquely beautiful, birth stories to tell and to relive over and over again in my mind and heart.

So let's back this story up to Thursday when I had my doctor appointment.  I was 38 weeks + 6 days pregnant and dilated to a "loose one centimeter" with plans for a 39 week induction because I grow my babies so large.  Doctor Cannon did a quick membrane sweep (WOWSERS! That was a bit painful.) in hope of "stirring the pot" to get things moving before the big delivery day on Friday.

Well, I didn't go into labor, but it worked!  Thursday afternoon I stayed as busy as possible, going on a walk with the boys and cleaning the house.  When Bron and I arrived at the hospital bright and early Friday morning at 6AM, I was already dilated to a "stretchy four".  Woot!  My body was already doing its thing.

Artifact Motherhood | Season of Motherhood


Baby's first sunrise.  Just think: a whole lifetime of possibilities ahead!   I wonder who this little boy will be.


This is Artifact Motherhood; a collaboration of artists from around the world who have come together to share our stories of the joys and struggles of our journey. Through our writings and visual records, we want to create memories that are more than photographs with dates written on the back. These are the artifacts we are leaving behind for our children and for generations to come.

This entry is a part of a series which we've begun doing called "Seasons of Motherhood" and is meant to be one picture and one caption that represents our current journey/season of motherhood.

Please VISIT THE NEXT ARTIST in our blog circle, Paige Rains, and continue through all the artists until you get back to me!

Welcome to the World!


He's here!  Introducing the softest and squishiest bundle of joy who completes our family.  I cannot get enough of those sweet cheeks.  I'm a mother of four now and it feels so right.  

Ezra Glen Nelson 
Friday May 22, 2020 
4:29 PM
9lbs 1oz
21.5 inches

4th Baby Bumpdate: 38 Weeks


Wrapping up this pregnancy journey with one last belly picture.  It feels bittersweet.

Because I make much bigger than average babies, the plan is to be induced this Friday at exactly 39 weeks.  That's less than three days away!!!  That is, if my body says it's ready.

I am so relieved to have an end date; something to count down to.  These last couple of weeks have been a bit of a doozy physically.  I have felt very tired and even nauseous.  Poor kids.  As if it was possible, life around here has gotten even more slow and boring!  My ankles have become so swollen that I don't even recognize my own limbs!  The only shoes I can wear are my flip flops.  (Um, yes, that is why I cropped out my face in these pictures.  You guys, I am a balloon.)  And false labor contractions have kept me on my toes, wondering if they'll turn into the real thing.  But nope; he's cozy in there.

Last Wednesday, I thought my water might have started leaking.  My underwear was uncommonly wet and I was having mild painful contractions every 20 minutes or so.  "Body," I thought, "what is going on?"  I decided to err on the safe side and went in to the hospital to see my provider. Wow, things changed in a week!  All of a sudden, new policies were in place that required everyone to wear a mask and more restrictive measures/signs were posted throughout the hospital.  It felt a bit apocalyptic.  Fortunately, the people behind those masks offered the same friendly service as always.  Apparently, I had a common vaginal infection that just needed some cheap antibiotics to clear up.  Eeew.

Anyway, exciting and miserable physical effects aside, I am so very grateful I got to experience the miracle of creating life within me one fourth and final time.  What a privilege!  I cannot believe this special time of my life -- the part where I'm pregnant and we grow our family -- is almost over.  I will miss this belly.  I will miss feeling the flutters and rolls and pressing my fingers against a tiny foot that moves in response.  I keep trying to imagine what he will look like, but I know breathing him in for the first time will exceed all my expectations. There is nothing on earth quite like the exciting anticipation of new life and all of the joys and possibilities it brings along with it.

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