Twinkle light picnics are a go for this Friday and Saturday night during the rustic nights at @waimanalocountryfarms ✨
The set up will be something similar to this and you can even add on a painting option to make it a sip and paint kind of thing (no alcohol of course but there’s lemonade or sweet tea 😍)
Comment ME for info + the booking link 🤍
Twinkle light picnics are a go for this Friday and Saturday night during the rustic nights at @waimanalocountryfarms ✨
The set up will be something similar to this and you can even add on a painting option to make it a sip and paint kind of thing (no alcohol of course but there’s lemonade or sweet tea 😍)
Comment ME for info + the booking link 🤍
4 years ago I went through the most traumatic experience of my life. I had some form of PTSD from it for about 3 years. But I finally looked at it from a different perspective and thank God for that because I surely needed it.
Backstory gist: We went in to have our 2nd baby. I had this idea that I’d get to have my oldest babe there with us to jump on the bed and meet his new brother or sister. But because the world was about to shutdown, the hospital initiated restrictions so it was just my husband and I.
The doctor wanted to send us home because we were there for a few hours and everything wasn’t intensifying enough. Yet, my nurse suggested that we didn’t leave because she wanted to watch my baby’s heart rate that kept dipping (idk how the doctor missed this). So we stayed. And shortly after that, they couldn’t find his heartbeat.
They did everything they could to try to get his heartbeat going again. My body wasn’t ready but I didn’t have a choice. I heard my nurse tell me that my baby needed me to get him out. We were both fading at least I felt like I was but God gave me the strength to get him out. My baby came out blue and purple with the chord wrapped around his neck twice - a sight I’ll never forget. I’m sure this is common especially with labor and delivery crew but it was not a sight I was prepared for especially since they couldn’t find his heartbeat. Of course childbirth in no way is easy or painless and everyone has their own birth story. But I looked at this day as a really bad experience for the past few years until I finally didn’t. I now only look at it as a blessing - a blessing that I got to leave the hospital healthy and with a healthy baby because there’s a lot of people who don’t.
So, instead of crying about it and dwelling on how bad it was, I cry happy tears because I’m just so grateful for my sweet boy whom God blessed us with and who happens to be 4 years old today! 💙
