My butterfly

I'm very excited to finally share pictures of my little girl. Here are the few that I have and how she has grown through the weeks.

Her first picture was taken around 7 weeks. As you can see, there is not much to identify, but a flashing heart and a yolk sack.

The second picture was taken at 10 weeks because of concerns. You can start to see recognizable parts, but it's still hard to identify as a baby.
Her sixteen weeks ultrasound has to be my favorite picture, because she fits so well in one frame.

Twenty weeks was fun because individual body parts were more recognizable. Here is a picture of her profile. Though she is probably just drinking or hiccuping, she kind of looks like she is smiling.

Here is her foot and fist from the same 20 week ultrasound.

It is amazing to me to see how much she has grown in a few weeks. Now I'm sure she is much bigger (at least her kicks are much stronger). I'm not sure when the next ultrasound will be, or if I will have one before some comes. I'm just thrilled to see her developing already.

Margaret's Butterflies

I love children and have wanted a child of my own for a very long time now. When my father-in-law told me of a story of his great great grandmother, it touched me and has remained in my memory for some time. For a few months now I have been wanting to create a blog but just could not think of a blog name for it and therefore never made it past the initial screen.

So finally, I thought of my husband's great great great grandmother and my blog name came to me. When she was around 18 years old, Margaret had a son who she named Samuel Oliver B*. The story was told that John (Samuel's father) was killed in battle around the time Samuel was born (though records are not able to confirm this). My father-in-law mentioned that Margaret loved children but only had one of her own. Margaret had a dream one day that has been handed down many years. She dreamed that from the front of her dress flew a butterfly; and from the one, twenty more arose. Then from the twenty arose such a large number that the room was filled with butterflies. She did not live to see the fulfillment of her dream; but her son Samuel had twenty children and they also had many children. Her posterity probably numbers in the hundreds by now and her influence with her one son has spread to many.

My husband is one of "Margaret's butterflies". I'm excited to say that I will also be contributing to the multitude of Margaret's butterflies. So I named my blog "my butterfly" (in indonesian "kupu-ku") because it will likely be mostly about my little one. I plan to also include many of the things that I have learned from children I have worked with in the past. While I was waiting for own little one, I have had many other children that I have been able to love as if my own even if for a short while at church, work or through friends. Loving and teaching little children is what brings me the most enjoyment in life and I hope to capture some of these joys in writing this blog.