My Very Last Birth Story - James Jon Bradley

This pregnancy has been harder than the ones before for several reasons, but probably the main reason was because I always knew we wanted four kids, and so this fifth one I felt more compelled and that I would disobey rather than having a burning desire for one more child. 

Both the physical and the mental challenges have made me really wanna be done being pregnant, and judging by my past deliveries, they all came earlier than their due date by 5-9 days. So I felt confident that little James would be born before the end of the year. And unfortunately I made it public and everyone kept asking if I delivered. So that last week leading up to it felt like a waiting game, feeling disappointed and a little of a victimized mentality of wo me. 

So on Friday night the 6th, when talking with a friend and she pointed out that being full moon, it affects our emotions a bunch (and I had been a wreck that evening) by releasing them and it would also be a good time to birth him. You can imagine I was actually glad when that first contraction hit right after midnight on Saturday. By then I knew with each contraction and the harder and closer they got, the closer I'd get to delivering. 

Just like in the past, I tried to labor at home as long as possible, since being in my environment makes it easier to move around, get distracted and have better coping tools than in a hospital. However, my last delivery was only 40 minutes after getting to the hospital, so we didn't want to risk getting there too late either. 

So around 6 am, with stronger contractions around 5 min apart, Ethan insisted we went to the hospital which is 20 min away from us. 

We were assessed, and of course the contractions slowed down, but being 40 weeks already they said they could admit me. I then met the midwife on call, Becky, whom I've never met before (probably because I only went to a fraction of the doctor appointments this time around, and once they confirmed the pregnancy was healthy). We warned her that I deliver fast, and they got ready right away as I started shaking a little all in standing position at the head of the bed. I also told her that my second I delivered without the doctor there and I have some PTSD from that. She assured me they will be with me the whole time. 

But lo and behold, my contractions although they intensified by the hour, they also slowed down and never got close together enough to really get the baby out. Which was strange because it was so different from the ones before, and the intensity of the contractions was there, feeling like I was hit with a lighting in the middle of my back. 

Becky was amazing at suggesting different positions, and I kept moving the whole time. I even got in the bathtub and that helped with handling the contractions, but didn't lead to more than that. I used all my tools and more than ever before: meditation music, birthing videos, favorite songs playlists, essential oils and olfactory distractions, as well as the most important one: the Lamaze breathing techniques. It also didn't help I had been awake since the morning before. So my body was exhausted and would crisp up instead of trying to relax when the contractions hit. 

In efforts to make progress they broke my waters, then started talking Pitocin. Which I had never taken and was worried even if it worked and the contractions came stronger and closer together, that I wouldn't physically be able to handle it, tired and having labored so long already. That's when I thought the epidural might be a better choice, if they're abt to do Pitocin anyway. 

After being dilated at a 7 cm for a while, I asked for the epidural. When the anesthesiologist came, because of the siting position they placed me in, the next contraction that came felt so strong and painful that something within me changed, and I told them that I thought the baby was coming. So we let the guy leave, not wanting the epidural anymore. I was now dilated at 9 cm. I tried for the next hour really hard, but again the contractions weren't close enough. Which was surprising to me, because they say (and that's how it was with all my other four) that once you feel like you cannot take it anymore due to the pain, that that's when it ends and the baby comes. Well, I had already felt like that for a little bit, with no baby to show for, so mentally and physically I was DONE. 

I asked once again for the epidural, and this time I knew it was gonna happen. Once I got the sting in my back, my legs started tingling and within 20-30 min I was numb from the waist down. But, I started shacking uncontrollably, I thought I was cold and asked for more layers, but they told me that's what happens when you get the epidural, and they said it would last past the delivery too (luckily it didn't for me). 

Another 30 min into the epidural, and when my midwife came to me to warn me that they wanted to do even more interventions (like placing a contraction tracker, which looked like a stick inside, to gauge how strong my contractions were before they'd administer the Pitocin). But, she then thought that I could actually try pushing, and when I did they say it worked even without a contraction. So they told me how to breathe and lower my chin, and then push with all my strength into my lower body. I did that twice and the baby was out. 

the relief you experience after delivery 

I was kind of amazed that actually worked, because I had no feeling of it. It was so easy once the pain was gone, and after 20 hours of being in labor. 

since this was my longest labor I got to know Becky the best 

It was a little bit more difficult trying to nurse him right away because my lower body was still so weak, but man, not feeling the placenta coming out and the after of the birth, was really nice.

Part of me had been curious what it was like with the epidural, and halfway through this labor I had the thought that this was going different than all my other ones. I really felt like I gave it my all and had no regrets once I made that decision. I also cannot complain as once I had the epidural it happened so fast and I never teared (which, if you experienced both, you know it makes all the difference in recovering).

I still prefer the mobility of an unmedicated birth. I like being in control of my body and even experiencing the pain. The epidural is another tool, and I'm glad I had access to it, but I would only use it if it's a must and if my body doesn't do what it's meant to do on its own. I was also bothered that they first mentioned breaking my waters, then administering just a little bit of Pitocin, and then once I got the epidural they even said smtg about a C-section, like in order to avoid it. I didn't like how quickly things can escalate and I can see how under so much stress and exhaustion many women might end up with not as ideal outcome because of the outside pressure. 

I feel so happy to have had another little boy, and to not be pregnant anymore (like ever again). 

An Angel's Arrival - Eve's Birth Story

Usually speaking, by the fourth time you do something that you have successfully accomplished three times before, you feel confident or at the least not fearful about it. Not so with birthing a child. I’ve been concerned and fearful with each of my deliveries, and for good reasons as you never know how exactly it will pan out. 

A baby’s delivery is probably the humblest experience in my opinion. You have to accept that you are not completely in control and in my case, I always rely on my Heavenly Father. I try to be in a state of prayer and communion with Him. And I feel Him and his help all throughout the labor. I’ve been blessed to birth all of my children unmedicated, which has allowed me to feel more in control, yet what’s needed to have a better birthing experience if to be yielding, to accept that anything can happen, as we continue to hope for the best outcome.

Jul 15th - last picture of my belly 

I was especially worried about this baby because she seemed bigger than all my other ones to me, probably based on my belly being the biggest. That worried me; delivering her vaginally and without an epidural might be even harder than before. Luckily though, the week before she came and because last weeks of pregnancy can bring about insomnia and feeling uncomfortable for hours, I ended up watching many YouTube videos on the Lamaze method. These videos are informing and educating the public of why a natural birth as well as providing some suggestions for tools and things to do during the labor. I am so glad I took the time to brush up on these as they came in handy so much during my labor.

My first contraction hit exactly 24 hrs before she was born, on July 15^th at 4:00 am. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, I assumed it was the regular back pain I had been feeling for weeks by then. But when the second one hit, it became clear that it was the real thing. As soon as I became aware of it, my body started shaking and I recognize it to be out of fear. I believe it was going through some sorts of PTSD from my past labors, especially from the last one, which was most intense and only a year ago. Although the contractions kept coming, I was committed of not going to the hospital sooner than needed, and I prepared to be at home for most of my labor. Not knowing whether that would be a few hrs or another whole day, was another thing.

Our last photo as a family of five 

Throughout most of the day my contractions came and went, at times being more intense and often, only to slow down again. I went about my day cleaning up and getting ready, eating some good meals, and spending time with the family. My mom flew in that evening, which would bring a lot of relief, knowing that we could now leave for the hospital and the other kids would be well taken care of.

I tried sleeping some, from 11-12:30 am, as I felt exhausted. But I was woken up past midnight and I got up walking around the house in the dark, trying to keep quiet to not wake up the rest. When my contractions got too intense, I realized how silly it was trying to keep quiet when I needed all the tools I had prepared to better handle the pain. So, I turned on some lights, turned on my playlist on YouTube and I even pulled out a cute baby dress to serve me as a focus point. When I used the extra stimuli during the contractions, especially watching the YouTube clips of the songs I was listening to, it did indeed lessen the pain and the contractions felt shorter to me.

My mom would wake up from time to time to check on me, and I would report that nothing has happened yet (I was expecting my mucus plug to come out or my water to break). When I threw up twice in a row, the only reaction my body had to the increased pain I was experiencing, then my mom said we should head to the hospital. I thought I could wait it out longer, but I learned long ago to listen to my mom’s intuitions. So, I went to inform Ethan that we needed to go. 

Applying the Lamaze breathing during my contractions

We left around 2:40 am, got to the hospital around 3:00 am. I stayed in bed for aprox. 30 min to be checked both me and the baby, and then I got up to move around. Things started progressing very quickly, I threw up one more time, then my water broke all while standing at the head of the bed. When I felt the baby drop, I told them she is coming and that I wanted to have her while standing.

My midwife applying pressure when each contraction hit.
She was amazing, supportive and so capable. 

My amazing midwife got ready, and even though it did not feel like I was dilated enough yet, I started focusing all my pain when the contraction hit to push her out. It took three pushes and out she was. That was an hour later since when we were admitted, at 4:05 am. She was a little pale and it took a little while to cry, which it is always so nerve racking to me. They placed her under the lights and started patting her to make sure she got enough oxygen. I got back on the bed and was so relieved when I didn’t need any stiches (thanks to one of the Lamaze videos I learned that it’s best to deliver while standing up, since gravity will help and there will be less damage). Then I got little Eve on my chest and she breastfed for over 40 minutes.

Like I said, you never know what it’s going to happen during your delivery!

Eve Ryan Kirk - born on July 16th at 4:05 am
Weight of 7 lbs 4 oz and 19 in long 

My Thoughts on the Corona Virus

Year 2020 is nothing like what we have imagined!  No one could have predicted the world pandemic that has hit us. Like everyone else I am trying to make some sense of what we’re experiencing.

Does it surprise anyone else the fact that we are told to keep distance from everyone else except for our immediate family? Could it be that we have gotten away from focusing on what matters most, and instead we got busy with so many other things, maybe good things but with the price of neglecting our dear ones? What if this world pandemic has hit us in an effort from up above to nudge us into the right direction? Because I would hope that together with having no other choice but spend a lot more time around family, that we also get closer emotionally. I really think we can come out of it with a stronger family bond.

So, I know many people are freaking out and are taking the virus situation too far; I also know there are some who are dismissive of the virus and truly think we should go about life as usual. I just want to have an appropriate reaction giving what we’re dealing with, but that’s hard to know what it looks like.

Maybe it’s being prepared temporarily, within reason, which us, Latter-Day Saints have always been advised by our leaders to be. While at the same time recognize our Heavenly Father is in charge, and trust in Him all will be well.

When I read the scriptures that mention the last days prophecies it has a lot more meaning to me now. I get what they say more clearly. Even Isaiah makes sense and feels more personal to me than ever before.

I don’t think most things in life happen accidentally, and this pandemic is no exception. Maybe we needed an opportunity to learn and change both as an individual and collectively. As we are literally cutting off the outside world, we have a chance to look inward and to ponder more. When I do that, I feel peace and faith, I feel like everything is going to be alright. I hope you will feel the same too.

Power of Manifestation and Our Gender Reveal

Last month I attended a breakfast where a motivational speaker taught us about the Power of Manifestation. For anyone who may be wondering what in the world that is, here’s the Google Def. : is being able to harness your true destinies and desires in life-subconsciously put into vision, and then into reality. Everything you want of the universe is already yours-the clearer your thoughts and thinking on the matter, the more timely and precise the delivery will come.

My whole adult life, when I was asked by someone how many kids I wanted, the answer was always four kids - two girls and two boys. I’ve always said it confidently and believing it will happen. So when I was reminded about the power of manifestation concept last month, I realized I can put it to the test when I find out the gender of this fourth baby I’m carrying (already having two girls and one boy, I was still on track to be manifesting my desires).

Well, yesterday we found out the gender, and lo and behold, we’re having a GIRL. I was mostly surprised that the power of manifestation has failed me and I couldn’t understand how that was possible since I know I had done it how it’s described, by the book (without even realizing or being educated on the matter).

So I am open now to the belief that this power may either be garbage (what my dear husband has often times said to me), or that there are some things set in stone, maybe even before the world was made, that no matter how hard you try to manifest one way, it will still happen the way God has intended it.

I’ve also learned that there are some things in life, such as your kids gender, that is better left up to chance rather that become too committed to a certain outcome.

Either way, I’ve gotten more excited to having another little girl by the minute, and I am curious to see how different she will be from her sisters. (Adaline has wanted a girl from the get go, and Emilia is still in shock we’re having a girl and not a boy – this is due to me brainwashing her, we’d never discuss any girls names, but would quickly switch to boys only.) And Ellis is oblivious, probably glad he won’t be dethroned.

Gherghina Alecu - A Good Bye for Now!

There are some defining moments in life which allow you to feel the depth of the human experience and help you feel what you are made of. One such moment was when my grandpa passed away in 2013, and a second one is now, when his wife and my grandma left us on January 13^th, 2020.

I knew she was in critical condition for almost two weeks, and I even tried to prepare myself by feeling some of that sadness throughout that time. And as I felt sad for her poor condition and the amount of pain she was in, I couldn’t feel much passed that.

As soon as my father called me from Romania and told me she had passed away, a whole lot of feelings overcame me. I don’t think we can feel the true loss of someone until they’re actually gone. Until you know there is no coming back and no way to hear and hug them again. When still alive I could see some of her flaws easily, but after the news none of that mattered or defined her in anyway anymore. It’s incredible how our perspective changes so suddenly.

She was born on January 27^th 1942. She is the last of four daughters to pass away. She had four children – two living by her, the other two being abroad. She had eight grandchildren – two living by her, the others living in America, Germany and Austria. And 12 great-grandchildren – only one living in the same country with her.

My grandma offered me so much! First six years of my life we lived with my grandparents and being their first grandchild, she has embraced me and cared for me as of one of her own. I was more connected to her and bonded more with her than I did with my mom those first years of life. She had an inch and a half scar on her arm, and she used to tell me that I was her daughter and that I came out through that, and I had left that scar. I’m pretty sure I believed her many of the times she said that.

Looking back, I should have known she wasn’t my mom, because I couldn’t do anything wrong for her, like EVER. She never got me in trouble and she always encouraged all my desires. Not a mom behavior! That treatment continued for the rest of my life. I remember being annoyed at gaining weight as a teenager, and when she saw me first thing she’d say is that I was so beautiful, and if I said that I was bigger, she’d reply that it looked good on me.

I’m sad she’s gone, but I’m happy for her. For her to be released from all the physical pains and from a broken body, as well as her loneliness which she had suffered much from her last years of life. And I’m even more glad that by divine inspiration I got the itch back in Nov. to go see her, I felt that urge not having any reasons at the time. I’m glad I was able to act on it and be around for a week, and for her to meet my son. 

I remember when I said good-bye on the day of Nov. 19, 2019 that I tried to make it quick because I felt that I would never see her again. That was the first time I felt that towards someone so close, and it broke my heart. It broke my heart even more because I saw it in her eyes that she felt it too. And yes, I will never see her again in this life, but I hope and have faith to see her again AFTER this life.  

Gherghina Alecu - Un ramas bun pentru acum!

Există momente definitorii în viață care ne permit să simțim profunzimea experienței umane și ne ajută să simțim din ce suntem făcuti. Un astfel de moment a fost când bunicul meu a murit în 2013, iar un al doilea este acum, când soția sa și bunica noastră ne-a părăsit pe 13 ianuarie 2020.

Știam că era în stare critică aproape de două săptămâni și chiar am încercat să mă pregătesc simțind o parte din acea tristețe în tot acest timp. Și, desi m-am simțit tristă pentru starea ei de sanatate rea și pentru durerea în care era, nu am putut să simt prea mult.

Imediat ce tatăl meu m-a sunat din România și mi-a spus că a murit, o mulțime de sentimente m-au biruit. Nu cred că putem simți cu adevărat pierderea cuiva până când nu sunt plecati definitiv. Până când nu ști că nu există nici o revenire și nici o cale de a-i auzi și îmbrățișa din nou. Când încă era în viață, am putut vedea ușor unele dintre defectele ei, dar după aceasta veste, nu au mai contat, si nici nu au mai definit-o. Este incredibil cum ni se poate schima perspectiva noastră atât de brusc.

Bunica mea s-a născut pe 27 ianuarie 1942. Este ultima dintre patru fiice care a murit. Avea patru copii - doi locuiau lângă ea, ceilalți doi fiind plecați în străinătate. Avea opt nepoți - doi locuiau lângă ea, ceilalți locuind în America, Germania și Austria. Și 12 strănepoți - doar unul care locuia în aceeași țară cu ea.

Bunica mi-a oferit atât de mult! Primii șase ani din viață am trăit cu bunicii mei și fiind primul lor nepot, ea m-a îmbrățișat și m-a îngrijit ca pe unul dintre copiii ei. Am fost mai legata de ea și mai apropiata decât eram cu mama mea în acești primii ani de viață. Avea o cicatrice de doi centimetri pe braț și îmi spunea că eu sunt fata ei și că am ieșit prin gaura aia și am lăsat acea cicatrice. Sunt destul de sigura că am crezut-o de multe ori cand imi spunea asta.

Privind în urmă, ar fi trebuit să știu că nu era mama mea, pentru că nu puteam face nimic rău pentru ea, NICIODATĂ. Nu m-a disciplinat niciodata și mi-a încurajat mereu toate dorințele. Nefiind un comportament de mamă! Acest tratament a continuat tot restul vieții. Îmi amintesc că ma enervam cand luam in greutate ca adolescenta, iar când ma vedea primul lucru, imi spunea că sunt atât de frumoasă și, dacă ziceam că sunt mai grasa, imi răspundea că arăta bine pe mine.

Sunt trista că a plecat, dar sunt fericită pentru ea. Pentru ca ea să fie eliberată de toate durerile fizice și de un corp invalid, precum și de singurătatea ei, de care a suferit mult ultimii ani din viață. Și mă bucur și mai mult că, prin inspirație divină, am primit imboldul în noiembrie pentru a merge să o văd, am simțit acea dorință desi nu aveam motive la acea vreme. Mă bucur că am reușit să acționez și să fiu în prejma timp de o săptămână și ca ea sa-l cunoasca pe fiul meu.

Îmi amintesc când mi-am luat rămas bun în ziua de 19 noiembrie 2019, că am încercat să fac asta cat mai repede, deoarece am simțit că nu o voi mai vedea din nou. Aceasta a fost prima dată când am simțit asta față de cineva atât de aproape și mi-a rupt inima. Mi-a rupt inima și mai mult pentru că am văzut în ochii ei că și ea a simțit-o. Și da, nu o voi mai vedea niciodată în viața asta, dar sper și am credință să o văd din nou DUPĂ această viață.

Ellis Ethan Kirk - Birth story

I can hardly believe that here I am ready to write the birth story of my third child and first boy!
Ellis Ethan Kirk was due to be born on May 15th, but this pregnancy felt much tougher than the previous ones and I was visibly bigger with him that I was really hoping he'd follow in his sisters' footsteps and come 5-6 days early.

He was kind enough to do so. But the trick was to also not be born on Emi's birthday, on May 9th, because she is all abt her birthday and we didn't think she'd like to share that day with anyone.
So on May 9th things went as planned, we celebrated Emilia as planned for. Until dinner time that was, when we went to a restaurant to celebrate her and I started feeling my first contraction. More have followed and we decided to take the girls home and leave them with my mom who had arrived in town the day before (she has great timing on these things, same thing happened when I had Emi).

We went to the hospital around 8:00 pm as we didn't want to wait at home too long (Addie was born pretty fast and we didn't want to take that risk). But almost as soon as we got to the hospital my contractions just about stopped, and we couldn't even leave before an hour from arrival so they could run more tests. At 9:00 pm we left to come home and wait some more. That was a good move as Ethan was able to get more sleep, not me though. And I could have really used some, as the night before, when my mom got into town we stayed up until 3:00 am (not a smart move at all, had I known I wouldn't get any sleep for the next 35+ hours).

But I ended up eating seeds and talking with my mom as contractions started to be closer and stronger. Then I tried to lie in bed for some rest, but I was reacting to each contraction, and that's when Ethan woke up and said we should head back to the hospital. I thought we could wait some more, but he insisted we left then.

When I was checked I was still at a 3 cm dilatation, same I had been all day, but they took me (they had better, it was 3:00 am by then). The midwife also came in, and this was my first time being seen and delivering with midwives. And they have definitely exceeded my expectations. First of all, they were with me the whole time, I expected her to leave the room as docs always do, but she was just waiting there with me (which at first made me feel a bit pressured to move along faster), and then she asked if I wanted help when I felt the contractions, and she started putting pressure on certain points depending on my position. That helped a lot actually, and then morally it also helped to have someone involved at that level. She knew I didn't want a medicated birth and helped me progress and work through the pain all along.

But after two or so hours I was still a 3-4 cm dilated and no water rupture so she asked if I wanted my water broken. My first thought was no, cause I didn't want to mess with the course of things, but I also wanted things to start moving along considering how painful the contractions were at that point. So around 5:45 am she broke my water, and she noticed he had pooped inside, and that motivated me to work through the pain and keep progressing.

My first midwife's shift ended at 7:00 am and although I had hoped he'd come during her shift (she told me the next midwife although qualified for deliveries, wasn't yet fully certified as a midwife, and I thought, oh great, what if she won't be as good as her). But the next one was also very hands on, helping me, she was skinny and couldn't put as much pressure during the contractions as the first one did, but she talked to me and that was soothing.

When I got to a 6 cm I really started hurting like nothing I've felt before, and within the hour I got to a 10. I kept feeling that it was humanly impossible the pain I was going through and when will it end. I also threw up three times (usually my quota is twice) I screamed like never before, poor Ethan he was of course present through it all, the medical staff had to pin me down and tell me to stop yelling and focus all the pain. Which I tried doing, and that's when I pushed with my whole strength once, and I guess his head came out but was stuck on his shoulder, and then I had to push again. The sensation was as if my body was coming inside out, and I was yelling to just pull him out because I couldn't do it, but low and behold I did do it. He was born at 8:14 am on May 10th.

I didn't experience a high, I think I was too traumatized from all the pain. Then passing the placenta was way more painful than the times before, and so was the stitching. I hate that part almost more than the delivery.

It was my first time I had actually questioned my decision of going without an epidural. I don't think I was mentally as prepared as my first delivery. I think I had assumed since I had done it twice that I had this one too, but it was about a third if not more, more painful and more intense. I thought I had gone through what was humanly impossible pain my two previous times, but it turns out we can take more than we even think.

I was asked by a few friends if I would do it all naturally all over again, and my answer is a definite YES, all in all my labor lasted only 5 hours, and to me I'd rather go through smtg intense which is quick rather than drag it for hours more. I also like being in control all through it, and at this point I am more freaked out by the needle going in my back and the paralysis sensation.

My social media fast – what I learned and why you should follow

Our Latter-days prophet’s admonition to take a seven-day social media fast had come to my attention, but I wasn’t going to act on it as his address was during a youth fireside and I simply didn’t think I needed to do it (even though the weeks prior to it had been some of my highest consumption of Facebook).

But my father-in-law, as he usually is very much in-tune with the spirit, at the end of our family visit a few weeks back, sat us all down and before we each left for our homes, he committed us to do just that - what the prophet had urged the young of our church to do - the seven-day social media fast as well as setting a special time aside for the Lord each week for the following three weeks.

After committing to do the fast, the first day I had to decide how to do it. Ethan suggested I erased the app from my phone, which I pondered doing so and maybe even have it permanently removed, but given the fact that I’m working towards my own product business, I know I have to keep in the loop and be proficient using the facebook app (which, btw, it had significant changes even within a week); so instead I moved the Facebook app from the first page to the very last, sitting by itself.

That helped a lot, just having it out of sight and out of mind, but out of habit I still felt like checking statuses and updates all the time in the first few days.

But here’s what I came out with as a result of my fast, also the reasons I would encourage everyone to do so even if for just one week;

• I became more present, paying more attention and in a more natural manner to my girls
• Instead of engaging throughout the day in all these group conversations, and getting distracting notifications of comments or replies to my comments, I had more clarity and quietness in my mind
• I started listening to more podcasts, even meditating and reading more meaningful texts
• I realized the people who really care know what I’m up to even when not broadcasted to the world
• I realized those people are the ones that truly matter, they are the ones that I actually talk on the phone and in person (and sadly enough, there are abt 5 of them besides family, who I talk to on a regular basis offline, one lives back in Romania, 3 are dispersed around the states, and one is in my same city)
• And what was most shocking to me - it made me so far removed from all the noise of social media, that the simple act of posting what we’re doing ALL THE TIME started feeling weird, like I stopped seeing the purpose behind it (I know there are many people who have always felt that way, and have probably laughed at people like myself, but I’m just now seeing the light).

So, obviously I’m still on FB and Instagram. I even thought about making it a two-times a week of an ordeal, almost like a chore, or a work assignment, because no one will really miss me and I will end up getting a whole lot more done in the meanwhile. But for right now, my FB app is still on the last page of my phone, and I am probably checking it about 500% less than I used to.

All thanks to a living prophet who knows our needs and has called us to take actions towards having a more fulfilled life. And just as grateful I am to my father-in-law who was inspired to have us participate.