A Book is Born

When Purpose Arrives Before You’re Ready

The book is here! And in a way that feels both familiar and deeply personal… it arrived early. Just like my babies did.

There’s something about early arrivals; they don’t wait until everything is perfectly prepared. They come when they’re ready. And when they do, everything else rises to meet them. This book feels the same.

It was born out of a season that stretched me in every possible way – physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally. A season filled with uncertainty, decisions no one feels fully equipped to make, and moments that still live quietly in my body. And yet, here it is.

Not perfect.
But real.
And ready.

Because this book was never meant to be just mine. It carries pieces of so many shared experiences: the overwhelm, the questions, the silent strength, the moments we don’t always say out loud. It carries our story.

This week, we had a family meeting about focus and forgiveness. Simple in concept. Not always simple in practice. As we talked, I found myself sitting with something I hadn’t fully named before. In writing this book, I had to revisit moments that were incredibly hard including conversations with doctors who, in the context of a high-risk pregnancy, presented options that felt impossible to hear. At the time, those moments left an imprint. And while I’ve always understood that they were doing their jobs – operating within their training, their data, their responsibility – it doesn’t erase the weight of what was said or how it felt to receive it.

What I realized this week is that telling this story required something more from me. It required forgiveness. Not because anyone was wrong. But because I didn’t want to carry that weight forward. There’s a difference between remembering and holding on. And this book… in many ways… helped me begin to release.

So here we are.

The book has arrived.
Earlier than expected.
But right on time for what it was meant to do. To support. To reflect. To give language to experiences that often go unspoken. And to turn something deeply personal into something that might help someone else feel a little less alone.

If this story resonates with you, there are a few ways to be part of what comes next. If you’ve been following along and waiting, you can now order a copy directly from me or through Amazon.

If you know someone walking through a high-risk pregnancy or early parenthood, you might consider gifting or donating a copy.

And if you’re part of a community, clinic, or organization that supports families in these seasons, I would love to connect whether that’s sharing the book, starting a conversation, or simply exploring how this message could reach those who may need it.

More than anything, thank you for being here. This may have started as my story. But it continues because of all of us.

Why I had to write this Book

I remember the moment, those two lines appeared. We locked eyes realizing life just changed.

I remember the “2-week wait” which felt like forever. The kind of forever that a child feels as they await each minute until their birthday party, or the kind of wait when there’s silence in the room. The wait of not knowing what they’ll say, what it all means, what’s next.

I remember the drive to the fertility clinic that day in March which was clouded with anticipation, fear and wonder. We hadn’t planned this. There was no IVF. But we had a hint that something unordinary was around the corner given that my initial HCG was 493 and then jumped to 1333 just 4 days later.

I remember the ultrasound room. The technician’s cold hands, the even cooler jelly on my belly. I remember the feeling as they scanned the landscape as if we were explorers uncovering new treasures with each inch of the wand’s movement across my stomach.

I remember the silence before the technician spoke and the sinking feeling as she counted. I remember realizing my life would never return to singular – we were in the era of the plural. The us became a we. It was no longer yours and mine. It was ours.

I have narrated the stories and life lessons in this blog for more than a decade. It has become more than a journey from a bump to baby(ies). This story is about the journey we all take from surprise to confidence, from disorganized to-do’s to controlled chaos, from fear to surrender.

Parenting and caregiving focuses on the bundle(s) of joy but we need to create space to grow, too. We are called to transform with them through every age and stage. Bump to Baby(ies) isn’t just about pregnancy and parenting. It’s about what happens when life multiplies faster than your capacity feels ready for.

This is my why for breaking the blog out of it’s box and into a book. That’s right, I’m birthing a book!

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be sharing pieces of this journey as the manuscript heads to final edit and then on into the hands of those who I hope and pray will blossom from its message.