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Posted on June 20, 2019June 21, 2019

I Still Haven’t Met You Yet…

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šŸ§”The moment I became a mother I felt a sense of pressure because the comment ā€œyouā€™re going to make an amazing motherā€ haunted me. Iā€™m a competitive person. I love to win. Losing has never been an option. Although Iā€™ve lost a lot through the years, my mindset is to win. Thatā€™s with anything in life. When the door of motherhood opened up it was obviously an environment Iā€™d never seen before. Everything looked unfamiliar. I had a son now and I was trying to figure when this ā€œ amazing momā€ was gonna show up. Every day felt and feels Like a dress that doesnā€™t fit. I felt like there was no one to zip me up. I was doing what the blogs said. I was looking at all the other moms enjoy motherhood while my tears hit Jeremiahā€™s face as I carried him. The enemy told me life was better before him and it broke my heart because this is the child I wept for. This is the child I fought for at the altar. I thought we won. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”I donā€™t write this for sympathy. I write this at my truth. Motherhood still doesnā€™t feel comfortable but my perspective is changing. I realized that my past before Jeremiah is very much the past and I dont know what tomorrow holds but right now Iā€™m in the middle and Iā€™m not enough without god. I realized not for a second have I been forsaken. As I carry Jeremiah so is my Heavenly Father carrying me in this season. Light has broke through that isolated place and has found my heart. The light caught my attention. The light lifted my weary head. It said beloved look up. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”God, thank you. Thank you for being near the wounded and not leaving me alone. Thank you for zipping up the dress and reassuring me every day, the gift was just for me. It was your desire for me to be Jeremiahā€™s mom and the dress was meant for me. You have my failures and all my victories. Purification can come in any season and mine came in motherhood. Being tried by fire never feels good. As a song states burn me beautiful. Burn me lovely. Burn me holy. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”Jeremiah isnā€™t the only thing that came out of me...he was only the beginning. Motherhood is constantly being in a delivery room. God is drawing things out of me that I didnā€™t even know were there...good and bad. Iā€™m here for it.
ā£ šŸ§”Today, as I looked at my boys...I had a flash back of October 10th, 2 days after Jeremiah was born. Jonathan is wearing the exact same clothes and holding the exact same baby, but today we are all smiles. ā£ šŸ§”When Jeremiah was born, he was born with an opposite blood type from me. Therefore, Jeremiah had to be watched for jaundice. They pricked his little foot a couple of hours after and his numbers were high. They put him under the laps and everyone kept telling me, ā€œa lot of babies get itā€ ā€œitā€™s not uncommonā€ - in my mind though, I had failed him. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”Iā€™d lie awake at night watching him under the lights, trying to figure out when we were gonna be able to take him home. They pricked him again and his numbers went higher. Therefore, we could only change him, feed him, and we had to put him right back under the lights. The doctor told us if the numbers didnā€™t go down by Friday, he would have to go to NICU. I immediately called my mom and cried. How did we end up here? I was suppose to give birth and be discharged. Isnā€™t that how it works? *with lots of prayer, Jeremiahā€™s numbers went down and we were able to take him home Friday.*ā£ ā£ šŸ§”In that moment, I felt a love for Jeremiah that I hadnā€™t felt. I didnā€™t feel anything instantly. Is that weird? I just knew I had a son and he was pretty darn cute. External factors distracted me from seeing my son and loving on him. Then this circumstance appeared and I felt this sense of i donā€™t know what Iā€™d do if I ever lost this kid...I. Love. Him. Heā€™s mine and I am his. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”Hereā€™s to 2 months of life and smiles with dad. God didnā€™t have to do it for our family, but he did. He showed his grace and mercy. Jeremiah was 4 days old and overcame his first battle. Iā€™m thankful. ā£#ISeeTheBlueLine
šŸ§”As many of you know Jonathan and I are youth pastors and ministry is our life. We love God and continually are saying yes to the work God has for us. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”Today, Jeremiah joined our church family for his first Sunday service! His smile says it all! Iā€™m so proud of this guy for entering ministry with a smile on his face! ā£ ā£ šŸ§”PS- Baby J rocked it at church! I was so nervous, but God came through for this momma!
Hanginā€™ with my friends celebrating 1 month of life. #LilManJeremiah

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šŸ§”The moment I became a mother I felt a sense of pressure because the comment ā€œyouā€™re going to make an amazing motherā€ haunted me. Iā€™m a competitive person. I love to win. Losing has never been an option. Although Iā€™ve lost a lot through the years, my mindset is to win. Thatā€™s with anything in life. When the door of motherhood opened up it was obviously an environment Iā€™d never seen before. Everything looked unfamiliar. I had a son now and I was trying to figure when this ā€œ amazing momā€ was gonna show up. Every day felt and feels Like a dress that doesnā€™t fit. I felt like there was no one to zip me up. I was doing what the blogs said. I was looking at all the other moms enjoy motherhood while my tears hit Jeremiahā€™s face as I carried him. The enemy told me life was better before him and it broke my heart because this is the child I wept for. This is the child I fought for at the altar. I thought we won. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”I donā€™t write this for sympathy. I write this at my truth. Motherhood still doesnā€™t feel comfortable but my perspective is changing. I realized that my past before Jeremiah is very much the past and I dont know what tomorrow holds but right now Iā€™m in the middle and Iā€™m not enough without god. I realized not for a second have I been forsaken. As I carry Jeremiah so is my Heavenly Father carrying me in this season. Light has broke through that isolated place and has found my heart. The light caught my attention. The light lifted my weary head. It said beloved look up. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”God, thank you. Thank you for being near the wounded and not leaving me alone. Thank you for zipping up the dress and reassuring me every day, the gift was just for me. It was your desire for me to be Jeremiahā€™s mom and the dress was meant for me. You have my failures and all my victories. Purification can come in any season and mine came in motherhood. Being tried by fire never feels good. As a song states burn me beautiful. Burn me lovely. Burn me holy. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”Jeremiah isnā€™t the only thing that came out of me...he was only the beginning. Motherhood is constantly being in a delivery room. God is drawing things out of me that I didnā€™t even know were there...good and bad. Iā€™m here for it.
ā£ šŸ§”Today, as I looked at my boys...I had a flash back of October 10th, 2 days after Jeremiah was born. Jonathan is wearing the exact same clothes and holding the exact same baby, but today we are all smiles. ā£ šŸ§”When Jeremiah was born, he was born with an opposite blood type from me. Therefore, Jeremiah had to be watched for jaundice. They pricked his little foot a couple of hours after and his numbers were high. They put him under the laps and everyone kept telling me, ā€œa lot of babies get itā€ ā€œitā€™s not uncommonā€ - in my mind though, I had failed him. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”Iā€™d lie awake at night watching him under the lights, trying to figure out when we were gonna be able to take him home. They pricked him again and his numbers went higher. Therefore, we could only change him, feed him, and we had to put him right back under the lights. The doctor told us if the numbers didnā€™t go down by Friday, he would have to go to NICU. I immediately called my mom and cried. How did we end up here? I was suppose to give birth and be discharged. Isnā€™t that how it works? *with lots of prayer, Jeremiahā€™s numbers went down and we were able to take him home Friday.*ā£ ā£ šŸ§”In that moment, I felt a love for Jeremiah that I hadnā€™t felt. I didnā€™t feel anything instantly. Is that weird? I just knew I had a son and he was pretty darn cute. External factors distracted me from seeing my son and loving on him. Then this circumstance appeared and I felt this sense of i donā€™t know what Iā€™d do if I ever lost this kid...I. Love. Him. Heā€™s mine and I am his. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”Hereā€™s to 2 months of life and smiles with dad. God didnā€™t have to do it for our family, but he did. He showed his grace and mercy. Jeremiah was 4 days old and overcame his first battle. Iā€™m thankful. ā£#ISeeTheBlueLine
šŸ§”As many of you know Jonathan and I are youth pastors and ministry is our life. We love God and continually are saying yes to the work God has for us. ā£ ā£ šŸ§”Today, Jeremiah joined our church family for his first Sunday service! His smile says it all! Iā€™m so proud of this guy for entering ministry with a smile on his face! ā£ ā£ šŸ§”PS- Baby J rocked it at church! I was so nervous, but God came through for this momma!
Hanginā€™ with my friends celebrating 1 month of life. #LilManJeremiah
This happened...
šŸ’™My phone is filled with your sweet face but It didnā€™t hit me until this picture as we were both sitting in the hospital waiting to see if we could be released. It hit me. I am your mother. It hit me that someone so beautiful could come from the inside of me. It hit me. The love. That love everyone spoke about. It hit me. God loved me so much, he gave me you to remind me every day. It hit me. The very thing I thought I couldnā€™t do, we did together. Jeremiah, you are so lovely and every bit of everything I dreamed youā€™d be. Thank you for making every day that much more beautiful.My sweet boy, hereā€™s to getting lost in your eyes forever. ā£ ā£ šŸ’™Meet Jeremiah Ray Davila. ā£ šŸ’™Born 10/8/2019 @ 10:01 a.m. ā£ šŸ’™Side note- Today was Jeremiahā€™s original due date! ā£ ā£ šŸ’™Would you be interested in hearing the birth story? Also, thank you to everyone you has reached out and checked on us. My heart is overwhelmed by the love.

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