I'm not sure if Mylanta is the one that cures constipation, or not, but we have discovered an interesting alt-remedy for Noah's constipation. Yes, now that I'm a mom, my discretion has gone out the window (if you know me well, you're probably asking yourself "what discretion?!").
The kid will not go for days and days... Then, like clockwork, when we're out in public, he starts making these funny LOUD noises that sound like a squeaking puppy. Sure enough, the air is soon filled with a lovely aroma...
He has done this new trick at the library, the doctor's office (when I did not have his diaper bag because we were only there for a FIVE MINUTE shot!!), at Donna's house (moments after our arrival), and today, at the bank. Talk about a converstion starter!!!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Yea For Big Boys!!!
ReCap of Last Week:
Noah and I got to play with the big boys last Monday. Unfortunately, the big boy shoes were left at home. We did have fun, though!!
(For those of you that don't know, Donna is my germphobe pal. For the first few months that we knew each other, she did not touch my kid and I did not touch hers. We admired from afar and eyed each other's sanitization habits.)
Thursday marked the coolest thing ever for me... my 2 guys and I took a REEEAAALLLLLLLYYYYYY long nap together!! (Who would have thought that a 3-person nap would ever be a highlight???)
On Friday night, Laura and John watched Senor Wiggleworm for our first date in months... Laura reported that John and Noah watched football, and Noah learned some plays! She also lent me a book called "Shepherding a Child's Heart." I can't wait to read it!
After completing a thorough inspection of all parties involved, Donna and the Big Boys offered to sit for Noah, so Carlton and I went to another movie on Saturday night. Here's a super cute pic she and her husband, Eric, took of the 3 guys...
So, thanks to the Mawers and the Culhanes, the Goulds had 2 dates in one weekend and are ready to dive back into parenting head on!!!!
A special thanks to Liam, also! He is an AWESOME babysitter!
(ADDED BONUS: everyone stayed HEALTHY!!! Horray!)
Noah and I got to play with the big boys last Monday. Unfortunately, the big boy shoes were left at home. We did have fun, though!!
(For those of you that don't know, Donna is my germphobe pal. For the first few months that we knew each other, she did not touch my kid and I did not touch hers. We admired from afar and eyed each other's sanitization habits.)
Thursday marked the coolest thing ever for me... my 2 guys and I took a REEEAAALLLLLLLYYYYYY long nap together!! (Who would have thought that a 3-person nap would ever be a highlight???)
On Friday night, Laura and John watched Senor Wiggleworm for our first date in months... Laura reported that John and Noah watched football, and Noah learned some plays! She also lent me a book called "Shepherding a Child's Heart." I can't wait to read it!
After completing a thorough inspection of all parties involved, Donna and the Big Boys offered to sit for Noah, so Carlton and I went to another movie on Saturday night. Here's a super cute pic she and her husband, Eric, took of the 3 guys...
So, thanks to the Mawers and the Culhanes, the Goulds had 2 dates in one weekend and are ready to dive back into parenting head on!!!!
A special thanks to Liam, also! He is an AWESOME babysitter!
(ADDED BONUS: everyone stayed HEALTHY!!! Horray!)
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Migration Refusal
I have some very stubborn birds outside my window. This morning, when I woke up to this:
I heard the whole family chirping it up! Why they are still here is beyond me. These are my top theories for the morning:
1.They are afraid throngs of cicadas will be returning soon to steal their home.
2.They are lazy.
3.Their nest is a bird-mansion.
4.Their parents neglected to teach them about migration.
5.They like me.
Speaking of migration, remember the year of the tsunami? All these scientists said the Earth was tilted X-amount of degrees on its axis, as a result (AMAZING!).
So, that following spring, I was out for a walk and I noticed these strange birds at the park. They had big duck-like bills and duck colored feet, but were MASSIVE (as far as ducks go). There were a couple dozen of them and they seemed very friendly, walking close to me and honking their cute honks.
In speaking to a man that looked like one of the local bums, I discovered that the birds usually migrated to the Toledo area (1/2 hour south of where we were). He theorized that the axis tilt had knocked some migratory patterns slightly off course.
The birds continued to return each spring until I moved. I used to feed them with 3 yr. old Lute. They would eat right out of our hands and he would laugh and laugh!!!Later, I learned they are called White Fronted Geese. These ones were so pretty that they made the normal geese look like bums...
I heard the whole family chirping it up! Why they are still here is beyond me. These are my top theories for the morning:
1.They are afraid throngs of cicadas will be returning soon to steal their home.
2.They are lazy.
3.Their nest is a bird-mansion.
4.Their parents neglected to teach them about migration.
5.They like me.
Speaking of migration, remember the year of the tsunami? All these scientists said the Earth was tilted X-amount of degrees on its axis, as a result (AMAZING!).
So, that following spring, I was out for a walk and I noticed these strange birds at the park. They had big duck-like bills and duck colored feet, but were MASSIVE (as far as ducks go). There were a couple dozen of them and they seemed very friendly, walking close to me and honking their cute honks.
In speaking to a man that looked like one of the local bums, I discovered that the birds usually migrated to the Toledo area (1/2 hour south of where we were). He theorized that the axis tilt had knocked some migratory patterns slightly off course.
The birds continued to return each spring until I moved. I used to feed them with 3 yr. old Lute. They would eat right out of our hands and he would laugh and laugh!!!Later, I learned they are called White Fronted Geese. These ones were so pretty that they made the normal geese look like bums...
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
AH-MAZING!!!
Normally, I wouldn't dream of posting such a terrible pic of myself (actually, yes, I would:). However, I am just blown away by the miracle of my son. Those of you who have been with us since April have heard it all before, but I simply CANNOT get over it!!
Today was a big day for gratitude. I was nannying and the other boys were asleep. I crawled over to my happy little guy and just had to PRAISE GOD for his life!! I remember that he is a miracle, often. But today, it just REALLY hit me!!! I lay down next to him and just stared into his beautiful eyes....
On the way home, there was a snowstorm, so I took a different route. I ended up stopped by the hotel where we stayed when Noah had to be transferred (he was extremely tiny and ill). If you know me, you know I just started bawling!!! My windows were fogged up almost instantly and I kept turning around to (again) look at my precious gift!! Good thing traffic was at a standstill-Chicago drivers LOVE their horns!
The 3rd time for mom's tears came at bed-time. Noah was squirming ALL over the place, and I sang him the same song I've sang since his birth. As the familiar tune began to settle the munchkin, I was reminded of the days when I called up to the hospital throughout the night to check on him. All I could do was look forward to the time when Noah would be home, with us, at night. And there he was, tonight, home with me and in my arms. Thank you, Jesus!
Monday, December 15, 2008
2 Grandmas and a holler
So, I finally got some more pics from Michigan. Since people usually read a blog once, I will post them here (as well as any more that I eventually get developed).
Granny Ann is like "What does this boy think he's doing?!"
2 Grandsons and a Gramma
Horray for cousins!! (Even if they can't touch or breathe on each other)
I should probably get Chanelle and Yolanda to share some of their 50 pics they took on their cell phones!! LOL
Or I can just develop the cameras my dad brought, now where did they go...
Granny Ann is like "What does this boy think he's doing?!"
2 Grandsons and a Gramma
Horray for cousins!! (Even if they can't touch or breathe on each other)
I should probably get Chanelle and Yolanda to share some of their 50 pics they took on their cell phones!! LOL
Or I can just develop the cameras my dad brought, now where did they go...
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Welcome Badgers fans!
So, my aunt, uncle and two cousins came to visit us today. It was so nice to see them. My cousins are the "babies" of the family, but they are both taller than my husband. I was just looking at old family pics (when they actually were babies), so it was AMAZING to see them turning into young men!
They've lived in Wisconsin all my life. Now that we're in Illinois, I've seen Aunt Amy and Uncle Tim 4 times as much (literally!). Highlights of their visit: remembering back to when they visited me in the hospital and Noah's diaper was SO TINY (but still too big on him)
When Carlton dropped a "Noah bomb" on an unsuspecting Brett,
Aunt Amy and Uncle Tim holding him (in their Badger's gear),
and hearing about Adam's "Real Job"-enjoy the Cadillac:)
It was great to see you guys, thanks for making the trip!!!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Work it out...
I was talking to my friend earlier today, and telling her about joining the gym. There was a 2 for 1 special and we couldn't resist. The gym is open 24/7 (which means I can boast about it, but will probably never go after 4 pm). It also offers day care for $1 per hour (too bad I'll never use that feature, either). I will however, utilize the stationary bike.
I LOVE the stationary bike. It is the lazyman's dream for working out. You are sitting on your butt and there is a TV 1 1/2 feet from your face. How hard can that be? If you want to actually work up a sweat, there are handlebars on the sides of you, so you don't even need to lift your arms. You can grab on, grit your teeth, and go for it!
So, I ran out to the store to get diapers and realized that I still had 25 minutes b4 my husband had to leave for work. I made a very committed decision: I drove up the street to the gym, jumped out of the car, ran to the door, swiped my super-cool membership card, looked at the clock, beelined for the bike, jumped on, grabbed the handlebars, and pedaled like a MADWOMAN!!! There was an older man on the bike next to me, and I think he barely found the pedals by the time I had cycled 3 miles! I jumped off the bike, eyed the clock, grabbed the sanitizer, wiped the bike down, returned the sanitizer and bolted for the car.
I was very sweaty and very proud to have burned all those calories in only 14 minutes. On the way home, I grabbed a Snickers bar to celebrate! I can't wait to do it again the next time Noah needs diapers.
I LOVE the stationary bike. It is the lazyman's dream for working out. You are sitting on your butt and there is a TV 1 1/2 feet from your face. How hard can that be? If you want to actually work up a sweat, there are handlebars on the sides of you, so you don't even need to lift your arms. You can grab on, grit your teeth, and go for it!
So, I ran out to the store to get diapers and realized that I still had 25 minutes b4 my husband had to leave for work. I made a very committed decision: I drove up the street to the gym, jumped out of the car, ran to the door, swiped my super-cool membership card, looked at the clock, beelined for the bike, jumped on, grabbed the handlebars, and pedaled like a MADWOMAN!!! There was an older man on the bike next to me, and I think he barely found the pedals by the time I had cycled 3 miles! I jumped off the bike, eyed the clock, grabbed the sanitizer, wiped the bike down, returned the sanitizer and bolted for the car.
I was very sweaty and very proud to have burned all those calories in only 14 minutes. On the way home, I grabbed a Snickers bar to celebrate! I can't wait to do it again the next time Noah needs diapers.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Yes, Michigan...
the feeling foreevvver... Does anyone else remember that cheesy slogan from back in the day? They should bring it back, as it might help to increase Michigan tourism. Isn't that what all the hype is about these days? It would totally work on nostalgia-fanatics like myself.
Due to an increase in loneliness, and a decrease in gas prices, we packed up last minute and headed back to the good old hand for a visit. Unfortunately, we didn't get to see ALL of our family and friends. My blood pressure wouldn't have allowed for that anyways. We did, however get to introduce Noah to his Grandpa, Aunt, and Uncle.
It was so wonderful to be back around those who know and love us. I can't believe it had almost been a year since we moved to Illinois (which has some VERY friendly people (like Donna), and much colder weather). Among the highlights were: getting to see and talk to our Pastor, staying with my mother-in-law, my sister mom and travis driving down for a quick visit, my dad and Carol coming by, too, Noah staying healthy, and driving home with my amazing husband:)
Oh, yeah, and our old Bible Study pals stopped by with some diapers and laughs-it was so so great to see everybody! Hopefully the spring will come soon so Noah can be past his first cold and flu season! Then our lease will be over and maybe we will move back...
More pictures coming soon (er or later!)
Look at that Big Ole Noggin!
Hey, can I borrow your eyelashes? What's with this goofy face? I guess he takes after me. Soooooooo many people ask if he's a boy or a girl. It seems to increase when he's wearing blue overalls, or boy colored jumpers. Oh, well, he is pretty!!
Aunt Karla- the reason we didn't get home till Sunday night:)
Due to an increase in loneliness, and a decrease in gas prices, we packed up last minute and headed back to the good old hand for a visit. Unfortunately, we didn't get to see ALL of our family and friends. My blood pressure wouldn't have allowed for that anyways. We did, however get to introduce Noah to his Grandpa, Aunt, and Uncle.
It was so wonderful to be back around those who know and love us. I can't believe it had almost been a year since we moved to Illinois (which has some VERY friendly people (like Donna), and much colder weather). Among the highlights were: getting to see and talk to our Pastor, staying with my mother-in-law, my sister mom and travis driving down for a quick visit, my dad and Carol coming by, too, Noah staying healthy, and driving home with my amazing husband:)
Oh, yeah, and our old Bible Study pals stopped by with some diapers and laughs-it was so so great to see everybody! Hopefully the spring will come soon so Noah can be past his first cold and flu season! Then our lease will be over and maybe we will move back...
More pictures coming soon (er or later!)
Look at that Big Ole Noggin!
Hey, can I borrow your eyelashes? What's with this goofy face? I guess he takes after me. Soooooooo many people ask if he's a boy or a girl. It seems to increase when he's wearing blue overalls, or boy colored jumpers. Oh, well, he is pretty!!
Aunt Karla- the reason we didn't get home till Sunday night:)
Day 3
So, the excitement of the daycare left me on the verge of a stroke! If you do not know about the daycare excitement, scroll down 2 blogs, and read that first...
I rushed out of the infant room at racecar speed. Son in one hand, keys in the other. It's a shame, really; minus the boogers, those kids were cute!
Six weeks have passed and I still find myself eyeing little nostrils wherever I go. Yesterday, I was in the hospital for hours. (Waiting for busy doctors has become a part of our weekly life.) Noah and I were the only ones in one of the waiting rooms, so we stayed (as opposed to moving to the hall).
After about 5 minutes of solitude, a woman walked her stroller and 7 yr. old in to join us. She and I chit-chatted it up for a few minutes, and the little girl sat down to color. We were having a funny conversation about how kids are SO big these days, when I noticed enormous hacking noises coming from the 7 yr. old. I looked at her and she started rubbing her nose with the back of one hand, while continuing to color with the other.
She began turning toward her mom and I, trying to contribute to the conversation. Suddenly, I kid you not, I saw a slow motion SPRAY of germ-infested spit fly from her un-covered mouth ALL over the community crayon bucket. I subtly whisked my son into the hallway-pretending to show him the lights, the wall, and other "fascinating" fixtures.
Immediately after they were called out of the waiting room, another woman entered. This time, there were three children in tow. The boy went for the fish tank and the girls beelined for the crayons. I watched in horror as they smiled, laughed, passed crayons, and spread the whooping cough all over themselves. Then the mom called the little one over to brush her hair, and she became infected as well.
Just watching the scene, I felt the need to wash my hands repeatedly. The mother kept giving me and Noah this “I would love to talk to you about your baby” smile. I hope mine didn’t say “You are INSANE for letting your children touch those crayons, lady!” Seriously, I’m going to need to work on this germaphobe thing, or Noah is going to be a recluse!!
I rushed out of the infant room at racecar speed. Son in one hand, keys in the other. It's a shame, really; minus the boogers, those kids were cute!
Six weeks have passed and I still find myself eyeing little nostrils wherever I go. Yesterday, I was in the hospital for hours. (Waiting for busy doctors has become a part of our weekly life.) Noah and I were the only ones in one of the waiting rooms, so we stayed (as opposed to moving to the hall).
After about 5 minutes of solitude, a woman walked her stroller and 7 yr. old in to join us. She and I chit-chatted it up for a few minutes, and the little girl sat down to color. We were having a funny conversation about how kids are SO big these days, when I noticed enormous hacking noises coming from the 7 yr. old. I looked at her and she started rubbing her nose with the back of one hand, while continuing to color with the other.
She began turning toward her mom and I, trying to contribute to the conversation. Suddenly, I kid you not, I saw a slow motion SPRAY of germ-infested spit fly from her un-covered mouth ALL over the community crayon bucket. I subtly whisked my son into the hallway-pretending to show him the lights, the wall, and other "fascinating" fixtures.
Immediately after they were called out of the waiting room, another woman entered. This time, there were three children in tow. The boy went for the fish tank and the girls beelined for the crayons. I watched in horror as they smiled, laughed, passed crayons, and spread the whooping cough all over themselves. Then the mom called the little one over to brush her hair, and she became infected as well.
Just watching the scene, I felt the need to wash my hands repeatedly. The mother kept giving me and Noah this “I would love to talk to you about your baby” smile. I hope mine didn’t say “You are INSANE for letting your children touch those crayons, lady!” Seriously, I’m going to need to work on this germaphobe thing, or Noah is going to be a recluse!!
Monday, December 1, 2008
Time-Out
I am reminded today to take a time-out to praise God!! For any of you who are non-believers, I encourage you to read on anyways. Fight any urge you may have to turn the other cheek at the mention of the name of Jesus. He is AMAZING!!!
I know that Christianity has acquired a bad rep, especially in my own generation. Lots of people feel like the church is, and Christians are judgemental, hypocritical and the like. But I am here to tell you (judgemental church, or not) that Jesus Christ is Lord!! He is loving and gracious and I would not be where I am today without Him. I am BLESSED!!!
It's not that I'm a millionaire, or blessed in a material sense. No, no! I have not won the lottery, or bought a new car, or found a hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk (darn!). It actually seems to be quite the opposite. We have been through a crazy and horrible experience. We are far far away from our families, lost jobs and a home, haven't been to our church in almost a year, receive about 10 calls a day from bill collectors, and yet I am at peace. For the first time in my entire life, I am at peace.
Not the "Zen" or "Buddhist" or "Hippie" peace I used to proclaim, but a truely deep sense of peace. I KNOW that everything is okay. I know that I will continue to be taken care of, that my needs will be met if I just focus on the Lord. That He will continue to provide for my family. That my marriage is a blessing and He will help our love to flourish. I am learning that the deepest needs, and the best blessings are spiritual. And I just want to take time to Praise God for this. Now if only I COULD find that hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk (just kidding-though it would be nice!!!).
If you are a believer, I pray that God continue to show you His truths. I pray that you are strengthened by the fact that He loves you so much!! I pray that Jesus continues to change and shine in your heart! If you are not a believer, than I hope and pray that you do not allow the rep of the church to give Jesus a bad rep as well. Listen to the deepest part of your heart, and you will know that He is there. My pastor reminded me; "Church is not a showcase for saints, but a hospital for sinners." I just want you all to know that Jesus is AMAZING! (I think I already said that...) Have a blessed day no matter who you are!
Oh yes, and remember to search the scriptures. This is the one I found yesterday "...for I am with you and I will take care of you. I, the Lord, have spoken." -Jeremiah 1:19 Probably helps to explain the peace!!
I know that Christianity has acquired a bad rep, especially in my own generation. Lots of people feel like the church is, and Christians are judgemental, hypocritical and the like. But I am here to tell you (judgemental church, or not) that Jesus Christ is Lord!! He is loving and gracious and I would not be where I am today without Him. I am BLESSED!!!
It's not that I'm a millionaire, or blessed in a material sense. No, no! I have not won the lottery, or bought a new car, or found a hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk (darn!). It actually seems to be quite the opposite. We have been through a crazy and horrible experience. We are far far away from our families, lost jobs and a home, haven't been to our church in almost a year, receive about 10 calls a day from bill collectors, and yet I am at peace. For the first time in my entire life, I am at peace.
Not the "Zen" or "Buddhist" or "Hippie" peace I used to proclaim, but a truely deep sense of peace. I KNOW that everything is okay. I know that I will continue to be taken care of, that my needs will be met if I just focus on the Lord. That He will continue to provide for my family. That my marriage is a blessing and He will help our love to flourish. I am learning that the deepest needs, and the best blessings are spiritual. And I just want to take time to Praise God for this. Now if only I COULD find that hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk (just kidding-though it would be nice!!!).
If you are a believer, I pray that God continue to show you His truths. I pray that you are strengthened by the fact that He loves you so much!! I pray that Jesus continues to change and shine in your heart! If you are not a believer, than I hope and pray that you do not allow the rep of the church to give Jesus a bad rep as well. Listen to the deepest part of your heart, and you will know that He is there. My pastor reminded me; "Church is not a showcase for saints, but a hospital for sinners." I just want you all to know that Jesus is AMAZING! (I think I already said that...) Have a blessed day no matter who you are!
Oh yes, and remember to search the scriptures. This is the one I found yesterday "...for I am with you and I will take care of you. I, the Lord, have spoken." -Jeremiah 1:19 Probably helps to explain the peace!!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Job Hunt
“Bye-Bye SAHM, Hello Daycare”
Day 1
“Bye-bye SAHM, Hello Daycare!”
So, being a Stay At Home Mom (SAHM for the idiom lovers) totally has its perks. My little guy gets the best care possible. He maintains his own schedule, receives the “perfect” amount of stimulation and his parents remain satisfied with his progress. On the flipside, his parents are broke.
Bye-bye SAHM, Hello Daycare. Colors, toys, curriculum, teacher to child ratios, loud noises and snotty noses; here we come!! As the mother of a premature baby, I have to repeat “snotty noses” and add germs. Make that GERMS.
I’m sure the daycare transition is difficult for many mothers, for a variety of reasons. Some may not like the “unhealthy” snacks included with tuition. For others, the concern may stem from lax or harsh discipline, personnel, cost, or appearance of the childcare facility, or even their own separation anxiety. Of course, you can guess mine. GERMS. EVERYWHERE.
Germs on the doorknob, germs on the windows, germs on the children, light-switches, tables, chairs, toys, books, the sign-in book and pencil, germs in the director’s handshake. No, folks, I AM NOT KIDDING YOU! Thanks to “Scrubbing Bubbles” commercials, I can almost envision enormous green and blue germs, sticking to every surface, reaching out gangly gelatin appendages toward my every step. OOOOO, and I shiver.
No, I am not a full-blown germaphobe (the scientific term is verminaphobia). I am just highly uncomfortable around viral infections. Particularly during cold and flu season. Especially now that I have an “at-risk” infant.
So, back to being “broke.” Something’s gotta pay the bills, and SAHM isn’t cutting it!! I’ve decided to try the next best thing… becoming a teacher AT my son’s daycare. This way I can beat down the oversized visible germs myself. And use my pocket sized hand sanitizer to combat the less detectable ones.
Day 2
“Do you have any more questions?”
Daycare with infant room……check
Daycare in close proximity to home…….check
Daycare hiring “Full-Time Kindergarten Teacher”…….check
Resume and References…….check
Pen………check
Car keys……….check
Son in car seat……….check
Extra hand sanitizer………check and check
The drive only took 20 minutes. Not bad, considering I can see the Sear’s Tower and it’s 10 am. In my opinion, Chicago suburb traffic lasts sunup to sundown. I note the outdoor play area; small, but colorful. The nearby houses boast a working class population. The gas prices are 15 cents cheaper here. Note to self: fill up on the way home!!
I enter the center, and squirt some hand sanitizer out of my back pocket. The place feels comfortable and kid-friendly. Plus it’s corporate, so I know there are lots of accreditation standards. The Assistant Director greets me with a genuine smile and handshake. I discreetly squirt more sanitizer and head toward the infant room. The plan is to drop my son off with the other babies while I observe my future classroom and sell myself in an interview. Total germ exposure: 2 hours.
I open the infant room door, but wait to squirt because there is a gate to separate the mobile babies from the fixed ones. I settle onto the floor with my guy, spread a blanket and lay him on his belly. There is a cutie pie to my right, so I turn and say “HIIIIIIIII BAAABBBYYYY!!” Oh, she is so cute. There’s another little guy in the boppy. I lean forward to his line of vision. “HIIIIIIIII BAAAA…” -oh no! I scoop my son back up off the floor. I look quickly back to the first infant. I snatch his blanket up as well.
The infant teacher is contently rocking a third child and observes my flourishing movements with a serene smile. “Um, does he have a cold?” I nod in the direction of baby # 2. She shakes her head yes, still smiling peacefully. “Um, does she have a cold?” I point at the cutie pie. The teacher speaks in this sweet, nonchalant tone that makes me feel like an idiot. “Yeah, there’s something going around.” (Like, duh, lady, you just walked into a childcare facility in the middle of October.)
I eye the tiny nostrils filled with slimy green boogers. They are so abundant that I hold my son closer. I also reach toward my back pocket. “Are they the only two in here that have it?!” SQUIRT. The teacher’s eyes begin to gleam with amusement. “No, I think most of them have it by now.” SQUIRT. SQUIRT. SQUIRT. I clutch my son to my chest, fumble for his diaper bag and stutter; “Ummmm, I’ll be right back.”
Day 3…coming some other day…
Day 1
“Bye-bye SAHM, Hello Daycare!”
So, being a Stay At Home Mom (SAHM for the idiom lovers) totally has its perks. My little guy gets the best care possible. He maintains his own schedule, receives the “perfect” amount of stimulation and his parents remain satisfied with his progress. On the flipside, his parents are broke.
Bye-bye SAHM, Hello Daycare. Colors, toys, curriculum, teacher to child ratios, loud noises and snotty noses; here we come!! As the mother of a premature baby, I have to repeat “snotty noses” and add germs. Make that GERMS.
I’m sure the daycare transition is difficult for many mothers, for a variety of reasons. Some may not like the “unhealthy” snacks included with tuition. For others, the concern may stem from lax or harsh discipline, personnel, cost, or appearance of the childcare facility, or even their own separation anxiety. Of course, you can guess mine. GERMS. EVERYWHERE.
Germs on the doorknob, germs on the windows, germs on the children, light-switches, tables, chairs, toys, books, the sign-in book and pencil, germs in the director’s handshake. No, folks, I AM NOT KIDDING YOU! Thanks to “Scrubbing Bubbles” commercials, I can almost envision enormous green and blue germs, sticking to every surface, reaching out gangly gelatin appendages toward my every step. OOOOO, and I shiver.
No, I am not a full-blown germaphobe (the scientific term is verminaphobia). I am just highly uncomfortable around viral infections. Particularly during cold and flu season. Especially now that I have an “at-risk” infant.
So, back to being “broke.” Something’s gotta pay the bills, and SAHM isn’t cutting it!! I’ve decided to try the next best thing… becoming a teacher AT my son’s daycare. This way I can beat down the oversized visible germs myself. And use my pocket sized hand sanitizer to combat the less detectable ones.
Day 2
“Do you have any more questions?”
Daycare with infant room……check
Daycare in close proximity to home…….check
Daycare hiring “Full-Time Kindergarten Teacher”…….check
Resume and References…….check
Pen………check
Car keys……….check
Son in car seat……….check
Extra hand sanitizer………check and check
The drive only took 20 minutes. Not bad, considering I can see the Sear’s Tower and it’s 10 am. In my opinion, Chicago suburb traffic lasts sunup to sundown. I note the outdoor play area; small, but colorful. The nearby houses boast a working class population. The gas prices are 15 cents cheaper here. Note to self: fill up on the way home!!
I enter the center, and squirt some hand sanitizer out of my back pocket. The place feels comfortable and kid-friendly. Plus it’s corporate, so I know there are lots of accreditation standards. The Assistant Director greets me with a genuine smile and handshake. I discreetly squirt more sanitizer and head toward the infant room. The plan is to drop my son off with the other babies while I observe my future classroom and sell myself in an interview. Total germ exposure: 2 hours.
I open the infant room door, but wait to squirt because there is a gate to separate the mobile babies from the fixed ones. I settle onto the floor with my guy, spread a blanket and lay him on his belly. There is a cutie pie to my right, so I turn and say “HIIIIIIIII BAAABBBYYYY!!” Oh, she is so cute. There’s another little guy in the boppy. I lean forward to his line of vision. “HIIIIIIIII BAAAA…” -oh no! I scoop my son back up off the floor. I look quickly back to the first infant. I snatch his blanket up as well.
The infant teacher is contently rocking a third child and observes my flourishing movements with a serene smile. “Um, does he have a cold?” I nod in the direction of baby # 2. She shakes her head yes, still smiling peacefully. “Um, does she have a cold?” I point at the cutie pie. The teacher speaks in this sweet, nonchalant tone that makes me feel like an idiot. “Yeah, there’s something going around.” (Like, duh, lady, you just walked into a childcare facility in the middle of October.)
I eye the tiny nostrils filled with slimy green boogers. They are so abundant that I hold my son closer. I also reach toward my back pocket. “Are they the only two in here that have it?!” SQUIRT. The teacher’s eyes begin to gleam with amusement. “No, I think most of them have it by now.” SQUIRT. SQUIRT. SQUIRT. I clutch my son to my chest, fumble for his diaper bag and stutter; “Ummmm, I’ll be right back.”
Day 3…coming some other day…
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
half seal/ half crow
My son has learned the weirdest noise I have ever heard. Seriously, I expect to see him clapping flippers together... Imagine (if you can) the repetitive, high-pitched caw of a crow, mixed with the throaty bass of a seal. There you have it folks, his newest milestone.
In addition, the child absolutely CANNOT sit still. I used to be able to lay him down so I could take a nap (or browse the web, thinking I should be napping). Ah, the good old days! He was laying next to me and his cheeks were flushed because he was moving so much. Add the barkkaw, and I am 2 millimeters from the deep end!
In addition, the child absolutely CANNOT sit still. I used to be able to lay him down so I could take a nap (or browse the web, thinking I should be napping). Ah, the good old days! He was laying next to me and his cheeks were flushed because he was moving so much. Add the barkkaw, and I am 2 millimeters from the deep end!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
bags,bags,and more bags
If I had a digital camera, you would be astounded to see the bags that have recently appeared under my eyes. I have also begun to take Ibuprofen 3-4 times a week for headaches that never existed before. For some reason I believed that I would escape the sleep deprivation that comes with being a mommy. HAHA! Joke's on me!!
It is amazing that people can function on such a lack of sleep. I don't know how well I actually "function" sometimes. My sentences come out backwards or fade without completion and I wear this half smile that probably says "I have no idea what's going on right now!" (Don't tell anyone, but I ususally DO NOT have any idea what's going on!)
I recently read that REM sleep is the most crucial for those who are lacking. It is also the sleep that new parents tend to slip into the quickest. That's how a ten minute nap can produce such vivid and strange dreams...
A few weeks ago I had one where I was staring in the mirror and I looked like my son. His big eyes and chubby cheeks were staring back at me. It was so strange to see the oversized babyface, and I was just standing there for what seemed like an eternity.
Last night I was also standing at the mirror, this time in my half awake state of reality. That's when I noticed the bags. I must've been staring for what seemed like an actual eternity, because my husband finally said "Honey, what are you doing in there?" "Dreaming about shopping."
It is amazing that people can function on such a lack of sleep. I don't know how well I actually "function" sometimes. My sentences come out backwards or fade without completion and I wear this half smile that probably says "I have no idea what's going on right now!" (Don't tell anyone, but I ususally DO NOT have any idea what's going on!)
I recently read that REM sleep is the most crucial for those who are lacking. It is also the sleep that new parents tend to slip into the quickest. That's how a ten minute nap can produce such vivid and strange dreams...
A few weeks ago I had one where I was staring in the mirror and I looked like my son. His big eyes and chubby cheeks were staring back at me. It was so strange to see the oversized babyface, and I was just standing there for what seemed like an eternity.
Last night I was also standing at the mirror, this time in my half awake state of reality. That's when I noticed the bags. I must've been staring for what seemed like an actual eternity, because my husband finally said "Honey, what are you doing in there?" "Dreaming about shopping."
Friday, November 7, 2008
Big Boy Shoes
I must admit that "Big Boy Shoes" is one of my favorite things to say. Of course, it's probably because Noah's are super cute and actually fit him now (aka he no longer kicks them off instantaneously). "Hey Noah, these are your Big Boy Shoes! Do you like your Big Boy Shoes? Your FEET are in your Big Boy Shoes!" (Get the picture?)
It's funny how being a mom can mess up your grammar. The other day I was gazing into my munchkin's big brown eyes and found myself repeating "Love a big boy, a big, big boy! love him, love him, talk, talk, talk..." Good thing I still sound like the adults on Charlie Brown, or my kid's speech would be entirely fragmented. Actually, by now he probably can pick out the words "big" and "boy," so I'm only half Charlie Brown...
It's funny how being a mom can mess up your grammar. The other day I was gazing into my munchkin's big brown eyes and found myself repeating "Love a big boy, a big, big boy! love him, love him, talk, talk, talk..." Good thing I still sound like the adults on Charlie Brown, or my kid's speech would be entirely fragmented. Actually, by now he probably can pick out the words "big" and "boy," so I'm only half Charlie Brown...
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
a public offense
I went to the public library to rent some DVDs. Upon check-out, I discovered a 20 dollar fine. Actually 20 dollars and 80 cents, to be exact! The very sweet circulation clerk informed me that she could not rent to me (bad credit, I guess).
Considering my fairly new membership (it's been 6 weeks), I feel the need to report of my return negligence. I have also already lost my first book. I told my friend Donna that the library should be able to offer her a raise by the end of the year (if they don't ban me, that is...).
Considering my fairly new membership (it's been 6 weeks), I feel the need to report of my return negligence. I have also already lost my first book. I told my friend Donna that the library should be able to offer her a raise by the end of the year (if they don't ban me, that is...).
Friday, October 24, 2008
No Grandpa :(
Grandpa was supposed to come for a visit this weekend. Little Carlton was very excited; he and Grandpa are great napping partners.
(These are the only pics I have of G-pa and Noah on the computer. I will have to solve this problem soon!)
So, Grandpa called last night to tell us he's been exposed to a cold that became bronchitis. Uh-oh.....no Grandpa!!
I have spoken with some other preemie parents and found the following to be pretty standard among them. Cold and flu season means quarantine for the baby. Due to an increased risk of RSV, they do not take chances by letting children, or parents of children visit. They do not take the baby out, and anyone with a sniffle, sneeze, sore throat, etc. just cannot see the baby.
Why all the big deals? It's just a cold, right?
I felt this way for awhile. Then I did some research. Turns out that RSV is one of MANY MANY viruses that can cause a common cold. However, if an adult (or healthy kid) has it, they may have "just a cold." If a preemie, or even a "healthy" newborn contracts RSV, they could become very ill (pneumonia or bronchitis), require respiratory assistance (canula, or at worst; ventilator), loose coordination when eating, become and remain hospitalized, and other "Yikes!" occurrences.
Therefore; no Grandpa. :(
(The bigger blue and clear tube is the ventilator. It's shoved down his trachea and hooked up to a big machine that breathed for Noah. He was very resistant to coming off the vent (it took almost 2 months). When he developed a serious infection, his lungs were hit and scarred pretty badly. Thank God for modern technology!!!)
(When Noah finally graduated from the vent, he moved on to the nasal canula. He had to be re-hospitalized and re-"intubated" for an eye surgery in August. The re-intubation freaked me out more than the surgery or hospitalization!!!)
Upon further research, I found out that babies usually acquire a temporary immune system (antibodies), via placenta, during the 3rd trimester. Since the eager munchkin did not stay in there till the 3rd trimester, he received no immune system from mom!! This leaves him extra susceptible. Things like church and other "crowds" become "iffy" and not recommended during the C&F season. The RSV virus can even survive on hard surfaces for hours (doorknobs, countertops, if you're still reading this, buy some hand sanitizer!).
However, by this time next year, he will be developing his very own brand new, top of the line immune system and will be much stronger!!! Oh yeah, and there are these $1,000 a pop shots called Synagis. Noah will need to get them monthly for the first 2-3 years during C&F. They will not prevent him from getting RSV, by can cut the outcome in half, in case he does. Thank goodness for Illinois AllKids Insurance!!!
I am also grateful that God has been having me read the gospels. The miraculous healings and miracles that Jesus preformed are so encouraging!! All it took was the faith of many parents, and their children were healed; even brought back to life!!!
If you are a friend or family member, and we don't come to see you this winter, I hope you understand!! Not that you're all super germ-infested, or anything!!! Or... I think we still have some of those white hospital masks...
(The Masked Maiden; a conscientious visit from A. Carra)
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(These are the only pics I have of G-pa and Noah on the computer. I will have to solve this problem soon!)
So, Grandpa called last night to tell us he's been exposed to a cold that became bronchitis. Uh-oh.....no Grandpa!!
I have spoken with some other preemie parents and found the following to be pretty standard among them. Cold and flu season means quarantine for the baby. Due to an increased risk of RSV, they do not take chances by letting children, or parents of children visit. They do not take the baby out, and anyone with a sniffle, sneeze, sore throat, etc. just cannot see the baby.
Why all the big deals? It's just a cold, right?
I felt this way for awhile. Then I did some research. Turns out that RSV is one of MANY MANY viruses that can cause a common cold. However, if an adult (or healthy kid) has it, they may have "just a cold." If a preemie, or even a "healthy" newborn contracts RSV, they could become very ill (pneumonia or bronchitis), require respiratory assistance (canula, or at worst; ventilator), loose coordination when eating, become and remain hospitalized, and other "Yikes!" occurrences.
Therefore; no Grandpa. :(
(The bigger blue and clear tube is the ventilator. It's shoved down his trachea and hooked up to a big machine that breathed for Noah. He was very resistant to coming off the vent (it took almost 2 months). When he developed a serious infection, his lungs were hit and scarred pretty badly. Thank God for modern technology!!!)
(When Noah finally graduated from the vent, he moved on to the nasal canula. He had to be re-hospitalized and re-"intubated" for an eye surgery in August. The re-intubation freaked me out more than the surgery or hospitalization!!!)
Upon further research, I found out that babies usually acquire a temporary immune system (antibodies), via placenta, during the 3rd trimester. Since the eager munchkin did not stay in there till the 3rd trimester, he received no immune system from mom!! This leaves him extra susceptible. Things like church and other "crowds" become "iffy" and not recommended during the C&F season. The RSV virus can even survive on hard surfaces for hours (doorknobs, countertops, if you're still reading this, buy some hand sanitizer!).
However, by this time next year, he will be developing his very own brand new, top of the line immune system and will be much stronger!!! Oh yeah, and there are these $1,000 a pop shots called Synagis. Noah will need to get them monthly for the first 2-3 years during C&F. They will not prevent him from getting RSV, by can cut the outcome in half, in case he does. Thank goodness for Illinois AllKids Insurance!!!
I am also grateful that God has been having me read the gospels. The miraculous healings and miracles that Jesus preformed are so encouraging!! All it took was the faith of many parents, and their children were healed; even brought back to life!!!
If you are a friend or family member, and we don't come to see you this winter, I hope you understand!! Not that you're all super germ-infested, or anything!!! Or... I think we still have some of those white hospital masks...
(The Masked Maiden; a conscientious visit from A. Carra)
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Monday, October 20, 2008
Ahhhh Fellowship!!
Let me say that again; "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" That was a long, drawn out, relaxed ahh, not the frightened, or in pain ahhh!
Our awesome brother and sister came to spend time with us last night. It was extrordinary. I never used to understand why people called each other brother and sister. Now I get it, for we are truely kin.
Whenever we spend time with them, God's presence just FILLS my heart. I'm certain that His light shines (I'm talking BROAD daylight) anytime there is fellowship like that. What a blessing.
Tom and Britney are true servants of God. Carlton and I were talking about how easy it is to talk a good solid walk. These two walk it, clearly. At dinner, the presence of God touched our server (Britney's words and Tom's prayer were magnificent to share in). They would never boast, as ALL their glory goes to Jesus. Anyone who knows them will be blessed to experience God's love.
We love you, guys!! It was AWESOME to see you!
"But if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin."
-1 John 1:7
Our awesome brother and sister came to spend time with us last night. It was extrordinary. I never used to understand why people called each other brother and sister. Now I get it, for we are truely kin.
Whenever we spend time with them, God's presence just FILLS my heart. I'm certain that His light shines (I'm talking BROAD daylight) anytime there is fellowship like that. What a blessing.
Tom and Britney are true servants of God. Carlton and I were talking about how easy it is to talk a good solid walk. These two walk it, clearly. At dinner, the presence of God touched our server (Britney's words and Tom's prayer were magnificent to share in). They would never boast, as ALL their glory goes to Jesus. Anyone who knows them will be blessed to experience God's love.
We love you, guys!! It was AWESOME to see you!
"But if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth us from all sin."
-1 John 1:7
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
NoahsLine
When Noah was in the hospital this summer, we had to quit our jobs (which also meant leaving our home-cuz that's where we worked) to be able to see him. Carlton has had an awesome business idea for years, and God decided June was time for him to go through with it.
We got an Official Business License, email, PO Box, Tax Id Number and all this other stuff you need to have a business. It was such a new experience!! We also began to accumulate customers and interest in the strangest of situations...
Since we do not have our website up, here is a taste of what you will (hopefully) see SOON at www.noahsline.com:
Welcome!!!
NoaHsLine is a line of clothing dedicated to the Almighty God and our Lord, Jesus Christ. The PURPOSE of the line is to encourage God’s children to read their Bibles, or re-read, as the case may be.
PS We are ALL called to be God’s children!!
“And when He had called all the people unto Him, he said unto them ‘Hearken unto me every one of you, and understand.’”
-Mark 7:14
Why “ NoaHsLine?”
2 Reasons:
#1: Our son, Noah, who is a true miracle. Born 4 months early, he is a testament to the Living God. Each day is truly a gift from the Lord, Jesus Christ.
#2: In times of great unrighteousness, Noah had a direct line to God. God led him to salvation with the guidance of His words.
“But Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord.”
-Genesis 6:8
NoaHsLine offers a variety of apparel including:
Women's tank tops
White T-shirts
Colored T-shirts
Hooded sweatshirts (Zip and pullover)
NoahsLine hopes…
Busy schedules in these present times lead us to forget God’s Word. Whether you purchase a shirt, or not, we hope that you take a few extra minutes to slow down and remember your Creator. Let His Word change your life!!!
“Being confident of this one thing, that He which has begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.”
-Philippians 1:6
The Logo...
symbolizes Jesus speaking the Word "NoaHsLine." For those of you who don't know, Jesus is referred to as the "...the Lion of the tribe of Judah..." -Revelation 5:5
Order Info
For questions, comments, or to place an order; email us at noahsline@yahoo.com!
“…Grace be unto you, and peace, from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.”
-Colossians 1:2
WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK??!!
We got an Official Business License, email, PO Box, Tax Id Number and all this other stuff you need to have a business. It was such a new experience!! We also began to accumulate customers and interest in the strangest of situations...
Since we do not have our website up, here is a taste of what you will (hopefully) see SOON at www.noahsline.com:
Welcome!!!
NoaHsLine is a line of clothing dedicated to the Almighty God and our Lord, Jesus Christ. The PURPOSE of the line is to encourage God’s children to read their Bibles, or re-read, as the case may be.
PS We are ALL called to be God’s children!!
“And when He had called all the people unto Him, he said unto them ‘Hearken unto me every one of you, and understand.’”
-Mark 7:14
Why “ NoaHsLine?”
2 Reasons:
#1: Our son, Noah, who is a true miracle. Born 4 months early, he is a testament to the Living God. Each day is truly a gift from the Lord, Jesus Christ.
#2: In times of great unrighteousness, Noah had a direct line to God. God led him to salvation with the guidance of His words.
“But Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord.”
-Genesis 6:8
NoaHsLine offers a variety of apparel including:
Women's tank tops
White T-shirts
Colored T-shirts
Hooded sweatshirts (Zip and pullover)
NoahsLine hopes…
Busy schedules in these present times lead us to forget God’s Word. Whether you purchase a shirt, or not, we hope that you take a few extra minutes to slow down and remember your Creator. Let His Word change your life!!!
“Being confident of this one thing, that He which has begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.”
-Philippians 1:6
The Logo...
symbolizes Jesus speaking the Word "NoaHsLine." For those of you who don't know, Jesus is referred to as the "...the Lion of the tribe of Judah..." -Revelation 5:5
Order Info
For questions, comments, or to place an order; email us at noahsline@yahoo.com!
“…Grace be unto you, and peace, from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.”
-Colossians 1:2
WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK??!!
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Parable of the wheat and the tares
Jesus tells the parable of the wheat and the tares in Matthew Ch.13. A farmer planted seeds. His servants came in to report that the enemy had scattered tares among the seeds. They asked if the tares should be removed. The farmer replied that removal of the tares could kill the seeds- “let them grow together until the harvest.”
Let me tell you about my wheat and tare…
My fibroid was brought to my attention two years ago. I was told that if I became pregnant, the fibroid could become a problem. “A problem” meaning big, painful, a nuisance, a large addition to an already rounded pregnant belly, a possible threat to my baby, etc.
Uterine fibroids are non-cancerous tumors that can develop in various locations in and around the uterus. Many women have them and never even know it. Researchers are still unsure what causes them, but they have found that increased estrogen (aka: pregnancy) can encourage rapid growth.
So, fibroids can grow inside the uterus; which means that they can wrestle a baby for space and blood supply. Some also grow within the uterine wall- leading to nutritional deficiencies and (I’m guessing) way too much pressure on the uterine wall, rupturing, internal bleeding, and severe pain??? I really can’t even imagine.
My fibroid was on the outside of my uterus. Noah was actually complete opposite of the massive pain in my butt, and did not have to compete for blood or space.
Thankfully, the Lord had been persistent in calling me back to Him. He and I had been developing a new relationship for about a year when I found out that I was pregnant. When my mean old faithless doctor told me she’d “keep my fingers crossed. First baby, fibroid that big…(head shaking as she walked away)” it fazed me, but not for too long.
I called my husband, and I was reminded to pray. If you have yet to experience God's incredible peace, I highly recommend that you read Philippians 4:6-7. Even if you're familiar, it's an awesome and powerful scripture.
As I became increasingly pregnant, the fibroid began to grow and grow and grow (and grow some more). It took over the right side of my belly, and Noah hung out on the left. EVERYONE asked if I was carrying twins. I didn’t want to go into it so I’d just smile and say; “Nope, I don’t think so.”
At times I would feel a sharp stabbing pain as the darn thing ripped through my (no longer) Abs of Steel. However, the pain was truly minimal. I was mainly just aggravated by the size and presence of it. Irritated that I spent more time rubbing it than my baby- who was not as easily located. I continued to marvel, in annoyance, at the size of it. I also wondered if they could remove the monstrosity. My husband shared Matthew 13 with me- he’s ever encouraging with his knowledge of God’s Word.
The docs told me that the placement of the fibroid was a blessing and that we wouldn’t touch it- as long as I was not in severe pain. They also told me that the amount of blood flowing to my uterus would not allow them to remove the fibroid during the birth of Noah. Basically, odds were that I would bleed to death if they tried. Therefore, I would need to schedule for its removal 6 months after delivery. Oh, the pineapple within. I tried to learn to love it, really, I did!
When they took me in for a C-Section, the fibroid was right in the way of getting to Noah. The “half hour procedure” was taking FOREVER and I began to squirm and have trouble breathing. The doctor apologized “Sorry, Kelly, this fibroid is giving me some trouble.” Turns out, she tried to cut through it, thinking it was my uterus. Eventually, she had to remove it to get to the baby. Remember the odds of “bleeding to death” or looking forward to another surgery in six months? When God has other plans, astounding things happen…
There was barely any blood flowing to the four-pound mass. They took it out, took pictures, named it, and then my husband asked to keep it (we didn’t, they did). Noah weighed less than half of the “tare.” As you all know, he is stronger every day and healthy. He defied all odds to come home with us. Talk about a harvest!!!
I did not include a picture of the fibroid here. If you would like to see it (think a cow heart, or something similar), I can email it to you… Just let me know and I will accommodate.
"I will bless the Lord at all times, His praise shall continually be in my mouth."
-Psalm 34:1
Let me tell you about my wheat and tare…
My fibroid was brought to my attention two years ago. I was told that if I became pregnant, the fibroid could become a problem. “A problem” meaning big, painful, a nuisance, a large addition to an already rounded pregnant belly, a possible threat to my baby, etc.
Uterine fibroids are non-cancerous tumors that can develop in various locations in and around the uterus. Many women have them and never even know it. Researchers are still unsure what causes them, but they have found that increased estrogen (aka: pregnancy) can encourage rapid growth.
So, fibroids can grow inside the uterus; which means that they can wrestle a baby for space and blood supply. Some also grow within the uterine wall- leading to nutritional deficiencies and (I’m guessing) way too much pressure on the uterine wall, rupturing, internal bleeding, and severe pain??? I really can’t even imagine.
My fibroid was on the outside of my uterus. Noah was actually complete opposite of the massive pain in my butt, and did not have to compete for blood or space.
Thankfully, the Lord had been persistent in calling me back to Him. He and I had been developing a new relationship for about a year when I found out that I was pregnant. When my mean old faithless doctor told me she’d “keep my fingers crossed. First baby, fibroid that big…(head shaking as she walked away)” it fazed me, but not for too long.
I called my husband, and I was reminded to pray. If you have yet to experience God's incredible peace, I highly recommend that you read Philippians 4:6-7. Even if you're familiar, it's an awesome and powerful scripture.
As I became increasingly pregnant, the fibroid began to grow and grow and grow (and grow some more). It took over the right side of my belly, and Noah hung out on the left. EVERYONE asked if I was carrying twins. I didn’t want to go into it so I’d just smile and say; “Nope, I don’t think so.”
At times I would feel a sharp stabbing pain as the darn thing ripped through my (no longer) Abs of Steel. However, the pain was truly minimal. I was mainly just aggravated by the size and presence of it. Irritated that I spent more time rubbing it than my baby- who was not as easily located. I continued to marvel, in annoyance, at the size of it. I also wondered if they could remove the monstrosity. My husband shared Matthew 13 with me- he’s ever encouraging with his knowledge of God’s Word.
The docs told me that the placement of the fibroid was a blessing and that we wouldn’t touch it- as long as I was not in severe pain. They also told me that the amount of blood flowing to my uterus would not allow them to remove the fibroid during the birth of Noah. Basically, odds were that I would bleed to death if they tried. Therefore, I would need to schedule for its removal 6 months after delivery. Oh, the pineapple within. I tried to learn to love it, really, I did!
When they took me in for a C-Section, the fibroid was right in the way of getting to Noah. The “half hour procedure” was taking FOREVER and I began to squirm and have trouble breathing. The doctor apologized “Sorry, Kelly, this fibroid is giving me some trouble.” Turns out, she tried to cut through it, thinking it was my uterus. Eventually, she had to remove it to get to the baby. Remember the odds of “bleeding to death” or looking forward to another surgery in six months? When God has other plans, astounding things happen…
There was barely any blood flowing to the four-pound mass. They took it out, took pictures, named it, and then my husband asked to keep it (we didn’t, they did). Noah weighed less than half of the “tare.” As you all know, he is stronger every day and healthy. He defied all odds to come home with us. Talk about a harvest!!!
I did not include a picture of the fibroid here. If you would like to see it (think a cow heart, or something similar), I can email it to you… Just let me know and I will accommodate.
"I will bless the Lord at all times, His praise shall continually be in my mouth."
-Psalm 34:1
Monday, October 6, 2008
Can it be?
Yes, it's true! Almost six months have passed (on the 10th). Noah is tube free and "acting like a real baby" (according to his speech therapist). He still has to wear wires for a bradycardia monitor (fancy talk for a breathing and pulse monitor). It's very fun when he squirms out of the leads at 3 am. The alarm is SUPER loud!!!
He's still on a few medications, but most have been weaned. The latest was his caffeine, and I couldn't be happier about it!!
Since his adjusted age is 2 months old, his development is all over the place. His fine motor skills are closer to 2 months, but his strength is closer to 6. He is eating cereal (like a 6 monther), but sleeps as much as a 2 monther (thanks to no more caffeine).
He meets with a physical therapist every week. Development and speech come bi-monthly. His Drs. appointments are no longer daily. I think we have 3 weeks until the next one!!! He will get a monthly special shot to protect him from RSV as soon as the hospital gets them. Still no day care, his immune system needs more time...
Hope you enjoyed the update and the pictures!!
Mommy's favorite picture! (Quilt cmpliments of the talented Erika Thornton)
Gearing up to go...
Stronger every day!
Pouty face!
The shirt says "Speedy's Delivery Service." (Sense of humor in dire times, compliments of Jessica Markell)
I thought he'd NEVER fit in it!!! Actually, I think THIS one's my favorite...
Hey there!
CHUBBY CHEEKS!
"Hey! I thought you said 'just one more'!!"
No, wait!! THIS is my favorite!!!
One of our many "chats"
A smile with mama
"Yikes, Mama!"
He's still on a few medications, but most have been weaned. The latest was his caffeine, and I couldn't be happier about it!!
Since his adjusted age is 2 months old, his development is all over the place. His fine motor skills are closer to 2 months, but his strength is closer to 6. He is eating cereal (like a 6 monther), but sleeps as much as a 2 monther (thanks to no more caffeine).
He meets with a physical therapist every week. Development and speech come bi-monthly. His Drs. appointments are no longer daily. I think we have 3 weeks until the next one!!! He will get a monthly special shot to protect him from RSV as soon as the hospital gets them. Still no day care, his immune system needs more time...
Hope you enjoyed the update and the pictures!!
Mommy's favorite picture! (Quilt cmpliments of the talented Erika Thornton)
Gearing up to go...
Stronger every day!
Pouty face!
The shirt says "Speedy's Delivery Service." (Sense of humor in dire times, compliments of Jessica Markell)
I thought he'd NEVER fit in it!!! Actually, I think THIS one's my favorite...
Hey there!
CHUBBY CHEEKS!
"Hey! I thought you said 'just one more'!!"
No, wait!! THIS is my favorite!!!
One of our many "chats"
A smile with mama
"Yikes, Mama!"
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