Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Apparently, S had a conversation with L saying that the money was God's and He blesses us with it to use but we need to give it back to Him. He did not, however, have the same conversation with K so she was a bit lost. She said, "Well, I want to keep it because I collect it." What a thing to collect!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
"Can I sit with you, Mama?" she asked.
"Of course, sweetie," I replied.
"Is H awake?"
"Sort of, he's eating right now but his eyes are closed."
"Can I kiss his little head?"
What can you say to that but yes!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
So I thought I would share a picture of me and K at about the same age. Pay no mind to the harvest gold and avocado green in my costume.
Along with turning 5, K has completely given up naps, making nap time difficult for L. She always wants K to come in there and sleep which really means play as K doesn't even try to sleep but plays and keeps L awake. This is a problem because L still really needs a nap in the afternoon.
Today at nap time, K told L that if she got on her bed she would read her a story. Now, K can't really read but she knows some of her books backwards and forwards. So she sat on L's bed, "read" Madeleine and sang with her, just like a little Mama. All I can say is, "Awww."
Monday, July 23, 2007
While perusing the bloggy world, I found a blog encouraging us bloggers to write about our favorite book from childhood. I have several so I thought I'd write about them.
- Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day - Honestly, I read this more when I was an adult rather than a child but I do remember it from childhood. I love that nothing goes right and he just wants to move to Australia. There are plenty of times when I feel that way! I don't have this one in my home but I'm sure it will become a staple.
- The Twenty-four Days Before Christmas - I love this book to this day. I remember reading it over and over again although my mom doesn't really remember reading it to me. I think I liked it because of the family and their Christmas traditions. I bought a copy off of eBay two years ago and have just started reading it to my own kids.
- The Runaway Bunny - One of the sweetest books ever written. Hug your kids when you read this one!
I also remember wanting to read Scat, Scat, Go Away, Little Cat many times but my mother didn't like the way the cat was treated so I didn't get to read it that much.
So, what are your favorite books from childhood?
By the time I got out of the shower, dressed, and brushed my hair, it was time to leave. So we left, my hair still very wet, no makeup and me feeling quite disheveled. Did I mention that my gas tank was on E? When we got to the doctor's office, we ran into a friend of K's from school. This is the mom who always looks perfect: hair always done nicely, clothes perfect and children looking just the same. So while mine were running crazily through the office, hers were sitting there quietly, doing exactly what they should be doing. This made me feel even more ragged.
We were called back pretty quickly which was a very good thing. We were put in a room and the girls immediately assumed their seats: K on the exam table and L on the spinning stool. H started fussing the moment I put his carrier down and wouldn't stop until I picked him up. We looked at every magazine in the room (all 4 of them) including the mechanical engineering one.
When the doctor walked in, K was instructed to roll on her tummy so he could examine the back of her legs (where the rash is). This was cause for great concern on her part so I put H down and helped her roll over as she was afraid that she would fall even though there were no less than three adults standing around the exam table. H started crying, L kept trying to put his pacifier in his mouth but he didn't want it. The doctor was giving me home instructions and my cell phone rang. As we were packing up to leave, the doctor said, "You've got your hands really full." Thanks.
But here's the good in all of this. This morning, I got some really good smiles out of H. K was holding him and I was talking to him, making him smile. It was beautiful. He's just started doing this and this morning had the most smiles I've seen out of him. I did get pictures but with my phone camera and I have no clue how to share those on the computer. Sure, we were harried getting out the door because I spent so much time trying to get one good picture of him smiling but it was totally worth it. I believe God gave me that simple joy this morning to remind me to slow down and rest in Him. Everything will get done, we'll make it out the door and life will continue. So please take time to love on your babies. They won't be babies for long.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
My doctor was already at the hospital and waiting for us when the ambulance pulled up. If I hadn't called him first, we probably would have had to wait for him, losing precious time. The doctor on call that night was not the doctor I usually saw in the office. He was, however, someone I knew. His oldest child goes to the same school my oldest child goes to and they are the same age. I had gotten to know his wife while dropping off and picking up our respective children.
As I was being prepped for surgery, another OB, whom we know through school, happened to be there and scrubbed in. Because they had started IVs on me in the ambulance, that was one less thing that had to be done in the OR. All the people who needed to be there, nurses, doctors, anesthesiologists, NICU personnel, were there right when they needed to be. We were told after the dust settled that if we had waited just 10 more minutes, we would have lost me, H, or both of us. That's how dire the situation was.
The one thing that I haven't been able to explain is the sense of peace I felt throughout the entire ordeal. This can only be explained as the "peace that passes all understanding." This peace came over me as I was sitting in the bathroom waiting on the paramedics. I started singing "How Great Thou Art" while I was there by myself. It's not a hymn I normally think of but that's what came to mind. The entire evening was marked by the graciousness of God, His strength to carry all of us through a most unbelievable evening. We had people praying for us throughout the night and I felt every single one of those prayers.
H spent 8 days in the NICU. The hardest thing I've ever had to do was leave the hospital without my baby. He was so tiny and needed his mother. But I had two little girls at home who also needed their mother. We spent the next few days going back and forth to the hospital, trying to keep a normal schedule for the girls. They spent a lot of time at friend's houses though it was only for a short time.
H came home on May 10, 2007 to two very proud sisters and one very happy Mama. Daddy was thrilled, too. There are certainly some things I missed out on by having him so dramatically but to see him today, knowing that God's hand was on him the whole time, I'm just thankful that he's here and healthy.
"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well." Psalm 139:13-14, ESV
When we got to the hospital, I recall, very vividly, S grabbing my hand as they wheeled me into the ER. I didn't have the energy to open my eyes but I knew it was him. Since we had called my doctor before calling 911, he was there waiting for us in the ER, a huge time saver. He checked H's heart rate and it was in the 80s. Normal range for a baby is 120-160. I was immediately taken to the OR for an emergency c-section. I do remember asking my doctor if they were going to take the baby. He, of course, said yes. I also told them not to cut me open because I wasn't yet feeling the anesthesia. I didn't want to feel that at all.
About an hour later I woke up in the recovery room. I saw a couple of nurses buzzing around me and then they let S come back once I was rousing. He told me that H was here, weighing a whopping 5lbs, 12oz, and 18.5" long. He was in the NICU hooked up to IVs and breathing machines. He was breathing room air but having trouble doing so due to his very early arrival. They gave him all sorts of medicine to help his immature lungs and protect his young immune system.
Due to the massive amount of blood loss, I spent the night in the ICU and was unable to see my new son. The kind NICU nurses took 3 instant camera shots of H and gave them to my husband so that I could see him. It wasn't until the next morning that we understood what had transpired the night before.
I had a placental abruption which is where the placenta begins to prematurely pull away from the uterine wall. I lost close to half of my blood volume in my bathroom and on the carpet in my bedroom. Thanks to three very sweet friends, I didn't have to clean any of it up. When the doctor opened me up, there was blood in the amniotic sac, making it very difficult to get oxygen to H, hence the drop in heart rate. We were told that H would be monitored very carefully and that the first 24-48 hours were the most critical. We were also told that he would be in the NICU for at least 3 weeks.
More to come...
On May 2, 2007, I spent the day as I usually did. I took K to school, L to gymnastics, and spent the afternoon attempting a nap. I was 33 weeks and 4 days pregnant. S, my sweet husband, kept L while K and I went to Wednesday night church. I came home and the whirlwind of putting the girls to bed began. The phone rang while S was praying with the girls so I answered it. I was on the phone for about 10 minutes. S came into the living saying it was time for me to sing with the girls (those of you who know us know that S was not blessed with a singing voice). I stood up to do just that and felt a pop and a little liquid between my legs (sorry to gross you out). I figured I had wet myself, a common occurrence in late pregnancy. Well, it wasn't what I thought it was. It was blood. I ran to the bathroom and called my doctor. At this point I was sitting on the toilet and blood was gushing, not trickling, and I started to panic. I screamed for S and told him to call 911 since both of my hands were occupied trying to stop the bleeding. When my doctor called back he told S to get me to the hospital ASAP. I used S's cell phone to call my friend, an OB nurse, and she told me that I needed to calm down but they would probably take the baby that night and that she would begin praying.
All I could think was that it was too early and that H would be born with severe problems. We heard the sirens from the fire truck and S ran out to meet them. The paramedics arrived within 10 minutes of us calling. They asked all sorts of questions but the one that scared me the most was, "When did you last feel the baby move?" Then I started feeling light-headed and told the EMTs that I needed to lie down. That's when I started going in and out of consciousness. They kept telling me to stay awake but I was having trouble due to the massive amount of blood I was losing. We had called a friend to come stay with the girls so S could go to the hospital with me. The EMTs told him to follow behind them and get my ID and insurance card to expedite the admission process. The last thing I remember at home is my friend telling me that everything was going to be all right.
I wanted to start this blog because I like to write and I have a lot on my mind but there aren't too many people to listen to me during my day. There are times I just need to get things off my chest. Plus, I would like to have a record of what my children did when they were young. They do funny things, maddening things, crazy things, sweet things and I just don't want to forget them. So you'll have to put up with my ramblings about my children most of the time.