Helping Hands

We were not meant to walk through this life alone. 

God designed friendships and families to keep us connected, and we are better because of it. 

Sometimes I have a hard time recieving help. 

 I like to be the helper, but I get prideful and don't want to ask for help,  or take it when it's offered. 

But, when you have a baby the truth is- you need lots of it.

Today I'm grateful for help. 

I hope I can give back a tiny bit of what I've recieved in the years to come.

Thankful for my hubbs.  He has put up with A LOT of mood swings throughout my pregnancy, he supported me through labor and delivery, and he continues to be loving throughout the postpardum hormone extravaganza.  Love him for it.  This was the last picture of us as a family of 3- just before I went to the hospital. 

So grateful that my mom could come all the way from MT to help me for a week.  Cecily couldn't have asked for a better playmate, and I couldn't have asked for a better mom.  So giving and loving and helpful.  This is grandkid #21 for her- and she is as excited about him as she was about #1.  (and thanks to my daddy for letting her come and missing her for a whole week)

Thankful for the nurses and staff at LDS hospital.  Wierd that I don't know any of them personally, but I shared a really personal part of my life with them.  Speaking from my experience with Cecily (not as great) it really makes a TON of difference to have a supportive medical team who listens to you and doesn't make you feel like you don't know what's going on with your own body.  The whole staff was fab.  Loved it. 

I don't have any pictures............

but I'm also grateful for the meals, the phonecalls and the love and prayers from neighbors, relatives, friends, ward members, and loved ones.

Sometimes it's ok to accept help and give up the "I can do it myself" mentality.  It has blessed me over the past week, and hopefully I am a bit more humble and grateful in the future.