Five kids...each one it's own variety. Lots of laughter, joy and fun times. A life following Jesus...being a Jesus lover. Raising these incredible individuals and leading them towards their destiny. Stop on by, settle in for a bit and share bits and pieces of our life.
And then the Washing Machine...
In the midst of this virus, and the tons of laundry that needs to be done because of vomiting children...my washing machine breaks down!!! The computer says motor overload...and I say, "mama overload!" My laundry is already overflowing because I usually don't do laundry on the weekends...and then between the blankets, towels, washcloths, and clothes...I am ready for my own melt down. The repair man can only come on Friday. So, here I am...and I believe I will be headed to the laundry mat. On the brighter side, I feel a 100% better today. We did communion yesterday and I truly believe I had a turn around. It is a battle with the flesh, but the spirit always wins!
My dad and his wife were in town the other day...and my cousin who lives 3 hours away came to have dinner with us. What a joyous day it was. Here is the first family selfie with my extended family. Good memories!
Hey guys...sorry for another break. But I was working on a new site. So, if you are a reader, head over to my new page...www.thereynoldsnation.com. I will no longer be writing here...so, follow me on over. Woohoo! Allison
It seems that I have been going to births for most of my adult life. The first birth I ever was at was for my niece Brianna, and that was 22 years ago. I was 18 years old and it was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen. Little did I know at that tender age that I would be attending births as a job...as a careeer.
There are so many moments that you experience as a doula. There are so many highs and lows. And there are so many hours that you are there. Many moments of laughter, maybe tears, tense decisions and talking. The first moment that I always think of is when you get that first phone call. It seems like they are always in the middle of the night. The jolt from bed you get when you hear your phone ring. It startles me. You are expecting the call any day, but somehow you didn't think it would be that night. And then the adrenaline rush comes in. Usually my doula bag is packed, a shower is a must (never too sure when you will get another one), and I usually talk wi…