Worrying

Avery goes in to have surgery on Thursday. She is having ear tubes put in and her adnoids taken out. Doug and I have prayed about this and discussed it in length. We feel this is the right thing to do. She has lots of fluid around and behind her ear drums and it is affecting her hearing. She failed the hearing test at the Dr and at the Audiologist's office. I want her to hear like normal kids. We have given the fluid over 3 yrs to go away without us interfering. It isn't going away. She can't hear appropriately. This is the right thing to do.

Yet, I worry. I know this is a common procedure. I know nearly 100% of kids come out of the surgery successfully. I have given it to God so many times, but I pick it right back up. She will be put to sleep (deeper than normal for the adnoid procedure) and intubated. As her mommy, that scares me more than anything. When I think about it too hard, I start to tear up. I think horrible thoughts. She is my baby girl.
I know I am very lucky. Some mommies have to deal with fears far worse than mine, on an everday basis. For that, I am grateful. Avery is a healthy girl. She is strong.

She has questions about what is going to happen. It is so hard for me not to show my fear to her as I try to explain, in the best way possible, what is going to happen. She asks questions and I know the answers will upset her. I want to protect her from fear but I don't want her to blindly be put in a hospital bed without any clue as to what is going on. It's such a fine line.

I'm trusting the promise that God won't give me more than I can handle. I'm reciting this verse from Philipians 4:6 "Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. ⁷ Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus."

That is what I need. God's peace that exceeds anything I could understand.

Dear Doodle

Dear Doodle,

I'm writing you a letter to document this time in your life. You are beginning to change from a little girl to a big girl. It's such a special time and I don't want to forget a second. You are growing up so fast! Recently, we have been having conversations about your wedding/getting married. Sweetie, slow down. That will get here soon enough. Right now I want you to enjoy being 4. Making BFFs, playing hard, learning about God's world, and so many other things. Your favorite song is "Beautiful" by Mercy Me. We were driving home from Nonnie's house, listening to that song and you said, "Momma, when I get married, can we play this song at my wedding?" The question stunned me. You are only 4, babygirl! How can you already be planning your wedding in that little head of yours? The next day, you informed me that you are ready to get married. You aren't sure to who yet :) We had a little sit down talk about this. "Who are you going to marry?". "Daddy, he is my Prince". "Honey, Daddy is already married to me." "That's ok, momma. He can be your Prince, too. I'll share" My sweet girl :)

It's fine to dream. I will dream with you. But don't forget to live for today. Take in God's plan for your today, instead of missing it because you are wrapped up in your wedding day. I'm afraid you come by this dreaming naturally. I always dreamed of my wedding day, too. But I don't want you to miss anything! You are beautiful, special, compassionate, empathetic, funny, and so much more. The time will come for you (or us) to plan that very special day on which you will marry the Prince that God has waiting for you. Be little, for now! Enjoy you innocence and worry free world. You are a treasure that is being molded to have everything you need for your future. I am blessed beyond measure to have the honor of raising you. You rocked my world the second you were born. I have been learning from you ever since that day and I'm excited to see what God has in store for you. Thank you for loving me through all the mistakes I make. You are an angel and I love you more than you will ever know.

You are a very inquisitive little girl. You always want to know what is going to be happening in your world. Your questions amaze me. I may be biased but you are very smart. You are pretty fluent in sign language, can say the Pledge of Allegiance by memory, count by 10s to 100 and you think a Cinderella ice pack can make any booboo feel better. Always willing to help, you are learning about our responsibility to serve others as Jesus would. That is one of my favorite parts about being your mommy. Teaching you how to serve is so important to me.

Thank you for loving me. I love you more every day.

Always and forever, Princess,

Mommy

Bad Blogger....

**Don't know why this post was never...posted. Anyway, here it is....1 yr late :)**

I know, I'm failing miserably at this blogging thing. Everytime I sit down to blog, something else pops into my head that I could be doing or I decide that there isn't much to blog about that people would be interested in reading. So, I'm going to catch you up and then go empty the dishwasher!

As I blog, Nathan is supposed to be napping. Instead, he is roaring like a lion in his bed. He is absolutely a strong willed child. He has a scream that rattles your ear drums and enjoys watching your reaction while he does it. That poem that says something about, "and when he was good, he was very, very good and when he was bad, he was horrid" fits Nate quite well. He throws everything within reach, will scream if he doesn't get his way, loves to aggravate his sister, gets into everything, and when he is mad, he is MAD. Yet, he is quick to giggle, and give you a kiss. Nate will come crawling at high speed if you sit down and open your arms to him. His smile melts my heart. He is usually content to play by himself. No, he isn't walking yet, but he is pulling up and cruising more and more. He can be a cuddlebug when he is tired. I love my Naters. He signs (this isn't a complete list): more, no, yes, grapes, dog, cat, bird, please, thank you, daddy, mommy, sleep, drink, eat, motorcycle, car, horse, Papa, Nonnie, all done, shoes, and monkey, go, candy, leaf, tree, flower....He is one smart boy! In almost all of the picture I have of Nate, his lovee is present as well. This dog is his everything! I wash it all the time (thank goodness my washing machine has a sanitize feature!). The other morning, while I was washing it, he noticed it was missing. He sat on the floor and signed dog for a good 30 minutes before we took him for a car ride to distract him. It was a sad, sad, time.

Avery is a talker. She has lots of questions and will keep asking them until you answer her. I love watching her figure things out. She doesn't play by herself. Many days it feels like she is trying to re-enter my body. Sitting next to me (more like On me) on the couch, following me to the bathroom, saying"Mommy, sit with me" while she is eating. "What are you doing?" "What are you looking for?" "Why not?" "Where is it?" "Where are you going?" "Why?" "What happened?"...it never stops. Her conversations are priceless. She is strong willed too (seems to be a trend...) and we are trying to figure out the best way to parent her. Ave is such a lover and a great big sister. She refuses to start potty training. Not quite sure what to do about that one. Tonight at dinner her prayer was, "Dear God, thank you for our food (at this point, she stops to give me a nod.) Thank you for our family. Thank you for our friends. For My friends. My friends are far away (spreading her arms wide). Thank you for...(breaking into song) listening. God is listening, God is listening, when we pray, when we pray. Bow your head so quietly, close your eyes so tightly...Nay-Nate...Close Your Eyes!" At this point I was laughing so hard I didn't hear the rest of the prayer. Her comment this morning when I was getting her dressed, "Ugh..my pants are falling up." She is the Best big sister!

Halloween was fun. Ave was Dorothy and Nate was the Cowardly Lion. We did the usual. Trunk or Treat with the church and on Halloween night, we go to close friends and families houses.





Christmas was a great time to be with family. I love the Holidays but the days without routine get to me. HoHo brought Nate an alligagtor rocker and Ave a piano. HoHo also brought them a very loud flute. I don't know what he was thinking....

Under Construction: The Gray Area

How do you balance being a wife, mommy, manager, house cleaner, chef, friend, daughter, and laundromat without losing yourself??

I'm beginning to think that what my dad has been saying ALL my life may be true. It's about balance. Meaning I balance my friend time with my hubby time and my mommy time. I went on a BFF date this evening (and had a GREAT time!) and couldn't help feeling guilty that I wasn't there to put the kids to bed. I wasn't there to do our 'Thing' (in which we sit down, sing praise songs, talk about our prayer requests, and then have a chain prayer....sweet, sweet time). I haven't been on a date night in a while and deep down I know that spending a night away from them every once in a while is good for both parties involved. But, the guilt is still there. While I was screaming while watching a scary movie, I was missing the cuddling and hearing sweet voices singing praises to Him.

Another example: I needed to cook dinner but the kids seemed to Need me. I told myself that cooking dinner was important and let them play by themselves for awhile. Before I know it, Nate is screaming that Ave "Squeezed his arm like This (insert iron fist here)!!". Avery wanted Nathan to dance with her. She needed some attention (and a dance partner) while I was playing chef. Should I have been playing Prince or chef?

I liken this feeling to an exercise Sherri told me about. Imagine you are standing in the middle of 4 cones...each a bit far out of reach from your place in the center. Someone yells, "front-left!" and you run to touch that cone and run back to the middle. Now imagine all the responsibilities you have in your life, taped to various cones and spread around a baseball field. Someone yells, "Mommy time!" and you run to that cone, take care of the responsibility and run back to home plate. Then, "Laundry!" There and back. "Daughter time". Run! "Wife". "Grocery shop"...Whew! It's never ending!

Each cone is important but there are some more important than others. The Mommy cone is very important. As are the wife, friend, and daughter cones. The Chef cone can be put on the back burner (that's what delivery is for). The laundry cone becomes increasingly bigger the longer you ignore it. Same with the housekeeping cone.

In my anxious times I feel like all I am doing is running from cone to cone. In my peaceful times, the cones are sitting close together. All within arms reach. Sometimes, my cones move apart and I can't even reach them. Those are the times I feel as if I'm drowning....running without moving. It's in those times that I have to call out. I pray for peace. For the anxiousness to go away. For me to be SuperMom and for God to intercede. I also call out for my friends and family. My friends that are family. I couldn't get through without them. They come and move the cones closer. They take care of the cones that have me overwhelmed.

It's during those times that God gives me glimpses of what is important. Mainly, my children and their childhood. A random hug from Nathan or an "I love you, Mommy" from Avery. They are precious. Precious in my sight and in His. The things they do that lift my heart are innumerous. Their laughter, singing praise songs in the backseat, learning more about the world, playing together, giving me hugs and kisses, simply smiling when the cones are moving farther away. They get me through. My family gets me though. He gets me through.

I don't know where this post was going. But I felt the need to let others know....I feel overwhelmed, too. He can help us all.

Easter is about Jesus!

Easter is one of my favorite times of year. I love the colors, the decorations, the cute Easter outfits and the meaning of Easter. That Jesus is not in the tomb! He was crucified for our sins but He Rose again! Hallelujah!

Avery is a bit young to capture the idea of death and dying but she knows the words and knows that Jesus died on the cross. We read many books about Easter and talked in great lengths about the meaning of this special holiday. So, when I told her that we were going to dye Easter eggs tomorrow with our friends, she looked at me in horror. She said ," We can't dye the Easter eggs! I don't want to!" I said (clearly not catching on....), "That is what we do when Easter comes" Avery is almost in tears and says," But I don't want to kill the eggs! That's mean! Why are they dying?!" "Ah...." And so started the discussion of the difference between the words dye and die. After the discussion she said she understood but whenever I would mention that we would be dyeing eggs soon, she would look a little panicked.

Every year we get together with the same family to dye eggs. The Martensens have a little boy 6 weeks older than Nate. We have been friends with them since before the boys were born and started the tradition the first Easter that the boys had. It gets more interesting every year! This year we had a 3 1/2 yr old girl and 2 2 1/2 yr old boys that love to throw things. Even when you say, "Gentle! We don't throw eggs! and especially not into something that will stain!".

Since Daddy was working on Easter day, we had our family Easter on Good Friday. I love letting the kids set the eggs outside in their basket for the Easter bunny to hide and leave goodies in their place. I even love waking up with Daddy at 6am to hide the eggs in the dark, wet, somewhat spooky, backyard. I love the anticipation during breakfast as they look outside to try and see what's in their basket and where the Easter bunny hid the eggs. Family memories :)

Avery told me that in an Easter basket, the Easter bunny always leaves a chocolate bunny. And look at that, he did! And look at that, I'm letting them eat the chocolate bunnies! Amazing!

I found the most precious Easter outfits for the kids. Avery is into anything that looks like a Princess dress, that swirls like a Princess dress, and is purple! Check, check, check! She loved it!! Nate was less impressed. His outfit matched his sisters outfit but more on a GQ level. Purple shirt, grey vest, black trousers and a clip on tie! It was adorable! He didn't agree.

Easter Sunday was an interesting morning. Doug and I went to volunteer in the signing office at LTC in Dallas from Fri afternoon-Sat evening. On the way home Saturday night I realized that the black shoes that I had planned on Nathan wearing wouldn't fit! Everything was closed when I got home! So, Easter morning comes and I try to squeeze the shoes onto Nate's feet. Not.Gonna.Happen. We all get dressed and ready for church, except Nathan's bare feet and skip class to go to Walmart in search of some black dress shoes. To my surprise.....they Don't Have ANY! Luckily, when I was texting with my brilliant mom that morning and telling her that I was going to have to go to walmart for shoes she had some wonderful advice "you may want to take an extra pair of church clothes for him unless walmart doesn't have anything." Well, walmart didn't have anything so I ended up changing Nate in the car. Which he did not like. Into way less cuter clothes that didn't match his sister. Which I did not like. Nathan hadn't quite gotten over the morning when it was picture time.

As I was growing up, I didn't understand how much work holidays are for the parents. Holidays change schedules, cost money, and take planning and preparation. Among all the craziness, I try to remember that things don't have to be perfect. Baskets don't have to look aesthetically pleasing. Kids don't have to match on Easter morning with brand new clothes. What matters most, is that our family comes together to celebrate the holiday. No matter what it is or how it turns out (according to plan or not) we are making memories and traditions that will last throughout our children's life. Glorifying God with our celebration and making sure that our kids understand the true meanings of the holidays. And that is what matters most.

Time is limited

I know, I know..I'm a bad blogger! Raising 2 kids, keeping up with a house, a job and a husband leaves little time for blogging! Funny how someone getting sick causes you to visit them more often. My grandparents live on the same plot of land as my parents and often I would drive by their house to my parents' house without giving them a second thought. Then, my sweet papa recently spent almost a week in the hospital with pneumonia. Now, he is on constant oxygen. Nana has Parkinson's and Alzheimer's. This turn of events has made me realize that my time with my grandparents is precious and limited. They no longer walk me out to my car with warnings such as," lock your doors, don't talk to strangers, call us when you get home, and drive safe", then wave and say goodbye until you can't see them anymore. Nana was always a wonderful cook (roast and potatoes being her specialty) but isn't able to do that anymore due to the shaking and forgetfulness. Papa made the best chocolate milkshakes ever, but I'm not sure he could scoop the ice cream anymore. When I would spend the night at their house, he would make me a milkshake for breakfast and let me dip graham crackers in it. We would go for walks and look for treasures. On the last night he would get in bed with me and tell me stories. When I would walk in the room in the morning he would sing, "Here she comes! Ms. America." At night time I would crawl in his lap and go to sleep. He is the only grandfather I've ever had and I can't imagine my life without him. Stubborn as a mule but sweet as sugar. Time goes quickly. Make use of the time you have. My Nana can make friends with anyone. She is a social butterfly! I remember staying at her house one week during the summer. We went to climb up Enchanted Rock and an armadillo walked across my path! I screamed because I had never seen one alive! She laughed and laughed about that. When we were playing cards she would constantly ask her imaginary friend George on his opinion regarding what she should play. She would put makeup on me and we would go for walks around the neighborhood, stopping to talk to anyone that we passed. Nana may be small but she is a firecracker! I think I get some of my firecracker from her! Now most days, they sit and watch TV all day.....sometimes crying, sometimes staring off into space. Seeing my children gives them such joy and breaks up the monotony of their day. I make an effort to take the kids out to their house and spend time with them. It's a long drive and it's out of my way, but it's worth it to see their smiles and hear their laughter. Time is limited. Papa is dealing with depression and I absolutely know how he feels....I've been there. But I want to help. I want to drag him outside in the sun and let him breath the fresh air. I want to take him to lunch. More than that, I want my old Papa back. The Papa that whistles constantly. My Papa that pokes and aggravates and laughs until you finally hit him to make him stop. The Papa that makes kissing noises in your ear and then asks if the hair on your legs is growing. My Papa that walks with integrity, humility, patience and laughter. Now, my Papa cries easily. He doesn't like to leave the house. He watches TV most of the day. He doesn't talk as much but when he does, he talks about people that have died recently. I want to grab him by the shoulders and say," Don't go down this road! Emotional health affects physical health! I need you here with me. My kids need their Papa A. I need to hear you call me your babygirl, your favorite granddaughter. I need to be able to come to your house for a milkshake and hear you whistling!! I need you here with me!!" But I can't. Time is limited. But I have hope. Heaven is on the horizon for him. He is a saved man, saved by God's grace. He is going to heaven. No tears in heaven. No pain or worry. No more health problems. No more sadness! I imagine he will be sitting around with my Grandma, his sister and his parents, talking and laughing. Giving his sister fits, just like old times. He is saved. Heaven is his future. He can spend eternity praising God, the God he loves. He will be happy. Whistling as he walks down the streets of gold. But time is limited here. It always has been and I wish that I would have realized that sooner. I wish I would have stopped by their house every chance I got. Soaked up my time with them while truly understanding that time was limited. But, I didn't. And I regret that. I don't believe regret is in God's plan for me so instead I will try to savor the moments I had with Papa and the moments I will have for a little while longer. I'm trying to focus on the times that I have had instead of the times that I have neglected to spend with them. Time is limited and it makes me sad and regretful. But it makes me happy for Papa. He will soon be in Heaven, the perfect place. He will leave us here, trying to cope with a life without him and his teasing and whistling. We will be together one day in Heaven. And that will be an awesome reunion. To hear him call my babygirl and see happiness in his eyes. That time will not be sad or filled with pain. That time will not be limited. Praise God

A conversation with Avery

I need to write this down before I forget!
Avery's new favorite thing is to walk around in my shoes. This morning, she was walking around in my new high heels. I was doing my hair in the bathroom. She walks up to me and says, "Mommy, what are these?" (pointing to the shoes). I said, "those are Mommy's new shoes, called high heels." Ave says," High heels?" Me," Yes. High heels." She thinks a minute, then looks at me and says," Mommy (pointing to the shoes), these are high heels. (Standing with one hand on her hip and pointing at me)We don't touch rattlesnakes. They will bite you and are scary to me. I will see you later." and walks away.
Where does she get these things?! I'm still giggling....God is good

Ready for Fall and other ramblings

Alright, I think I'm done with the heat for awhile. I'm ready to feel a cool breeze. I'm ready for all the colorful leaves falling to the ground. I'm ready to not start sweating the minute I step out the door! Evenings in the Fall (and the mild winter that we have here) are so pleasant to be sitting outside enjoying the weather and your family. Since we live in the "new house" (Avery's term) we live on a short cul-de-sac with great families and tons of children to play with! I'm so excited to spend the evening sitting on the driveway, watching Avery and Nathan play in the street with all the other kids. It should be a welcome change from staying inside because it is too dang hot outside to do anything that does not involve water! Plus, Fall brings October (my favorite month!), Halloween, Thanksgiving and then Christmas! With the kids being older this year, all of these holidays will have new meaning. We can talk about the meaning of Thanksgiving and Christmas, and really begin creating our own little family traditions. In the "new house" we have a fireplace! Super exciting! When the first cold snap hits (temps lower than 75) and you smell the familiar smell of a fire, you will know it's coming from my house! With that fireplace comes a mantle. I'm so excited to decorate the mantle with Halloween, Thanksgiving, and most of all Christmas decorations!! (Doug thinks I'm crazy...) I'm ready for more pictures like this:


This week I have realized more of the awesome ways God is blessing our family. The new house is a blessing. We have a safe, secure place to raise our family. A place to call home. God has blessed me so abundantly in the area of friends. Friends that we can go crazy with and know won't be judgemental. That will talk about things that are uncomfortable just so they know you better (and maybe to desensitize you a little bit). Friends that are in different places in their lives. Mommy friends that will totally understand when you call and say, "If I hear the phrase, don't want that, one more time I might explode" or just listen when you try to explain the indescribable feelings that go with being a mommy. Friends that you can pick up where you left off during your last get together no matter how long it had been. Incredible friends that are more like family than the family you have. They will tell you how they really feel instead of making it pretty.





And last but not least...A video. This is Avery saying mustache, broke, and singing "This is the Bible". We are working on the BR sound. I hope she isn't in 2-time one day, coloring away and the crayon breaks...

Nuts about Nate!

Things with Avery hadn't really calmed down when I started feeling strange. Again, I took a test to put my mind at ease, and was in shock when there were 2 pink lines staring back at me! Avery was still a baby. How was I going to raise 2 babies, giving each baby the time and attention they deserve?? One word to describe how I felt that day: Panic. This wasn't in my long term plan. It took awhile to sink in and in a few days I was excited. Well, I was worried and excited at the same time. Kent, Sherri, Doug, and I were about to go to Las Vegas in a few days (pregnant was not the way I was expecting to spend my vacation in Las Vegas!) but I wanted to see the Dr before we went. They did an u/s because I had no clue how far along I was. The u/s didn't show the baby. There was a sac but we couldn't see the baby. So, the Dr said 1 of 2 things was happening: 1) I was pregnant but it was too early to see the baby or 2) It wasn't a real pregnancy. Meaning my body thought I was pregnant but there wasn't a baby. I was to come back in 2 weeks for another u/s. If at that point we couldn't see the baby, I would have to have a D&C. Wow, what a way to start a vacation! We went to Vegas anyway(somewhat against the Dr's orders) and had a blast! I was constantly back and forth. I'm definitely pregnant, maybe I'm not. I was starting to feel sick and tired all day. 2 weeks later we went back to the Dr and there was Nate. It was a huge relief! Seeing that I can't have easy pregnancies, I began throwing up 3 times a day, without fail.

Since I had a c-section with Avery, the Dr thought it was best if I had a c-section with Nathan too. We set the date for August 28, 2008. The entire time I was pregnant with Nathan I worried about raising 2 babies at once. My main fear, though, was about putting them to sleep. While I was pregnant, we were still rocking Ave to sleep every time (1st child, clearly!). How in the world was I going to rock Nathan to sleep if Avery was awake? Or vice-versa? Doug is gone for 24 hours at a time so if he was at work, what was I going to do?

August 28th came and I checked into the hospital. Nathan was born at 7:20 weighing 9lbs 2oz and 21 inches long. A big baby! I got to hold him for a second then they took him away to get him cleaned up. While I was in recovery, the Dr came in and said Nate had been admitted to the NICU. He wasn't breathing right. A baby shouldn't be breathing as fast as he was. They ran some tests and found fluid in his lungs (transient tachypnea). There was also a problem with his blood sugar and a mild infection. When I was being moved from recovery to my room, they wheeled me into the NICU so I could see Nate. All I could see was his foot and all the wires that were attached to him. It was awful. After a c-section you can't walk for awhile so while everyone else could go look at Nate every 3 hours, I had to stay in bed. Doug would go and video tape Nathan during visitation and bring the video back so I could watch. During one video, Nathan just cried the whole time. Since he had a breathing problem, we couldn't pick him up as it might raise his heart rate and cause more problems. I cannot describe the feelings I was having. Watching Nate cry all alone in this warmer with a tube down his throat into his belly, a tiny oxygen cannula in his nose, an IV in his arm and gobs of wires attached to his chest was seriously the hardest thing I had ever experienced. Finally, I was able to go-via wheelchair- into the NICU to see Nathan. I held him and just cried and cried. We were only allowed to visit every 3 hrs. On Saturday, he was stable enough for me to nurse him. He nursed like a champ!

The stay at the hospital was full of ups and downs. We would come into the NICU and he was doing better, no IV and no oxygen. Next time, the IV was back. It was a roller coaster. Nathan was released from the NICU on Sunday afternoon. It was such a joy to have him in my room and be able to hold him anytime we wanted! We were given the green light for check-out Monday. Everything was packed and we were anxiously waiting for the Drs to check him over one more time, when the nurse came in. She said she was listening to his heart and heard a murmur. They had checked him back into the NICU and scheduled a ECG. They were calling a pediatric heart surgery team to see if they had any openings in their schedule, if needed. Again, my world stopped. It felt like he had been in my arms and they had snatched him away. After a few more hours we were able to go and watch the ECG. They did find a sizable hole in his heart. Conversations with the pediatric cardiologist and the NICU dr did not sound good. Doug and I were sent back to our room to wait and see what they Drs decided. I don't think I have ever prayed as hard as I did that day. Around 5pm, the nurse came in and said we could go! Just like that! I had to bring Nathan back in a few days for the NICU dr to listen to his heart and check his lungs, but if I promised to do that, we were free! A few days later, the Dr listened to his heart and said he didn't hear anything! What a miracle! Since then, we haven't had any report of a heart murmur, praise God!

Nathan is God's lesson to me about trusting Him. Things were rough with a 14 month old and a newborn. Avery couldn't walk, so it was hard for me to get out of the house without help. During that time in my life, I had to constantly remember (and be reminded!) that God wouldn't give me more than I could handle. About a month into Nathan's life, we realized he would go to sleep on his own! He didn't like to be rocked! Avery was, by then, going to sleep on her own. I didn't even need to worry about that, God took care of it! Today Nate is a pretty easy going little guy. He is learning to make faces at us and make us laugh. He has a temper!! Doug and I are trying to figure out how to deal with that. Boys are lots of fun. I'm so glad that God has His own plan because I know it is the best plan for me and my family!

All about Avery!

I wanted to blog about each of my kids' birth stories so I don't forget!

Avery was a surprise! I don't think I had ever been so excited about anything in my life. Doug and I had only been married 7 months! I hadn't been feeling good and was starting to suspect that something might be going on. It wasn't normal for the smell of coffee to make me gag! When I told Doug about how I was feeling, he said," Ha! I bet you're pregnant!". We laughed it off and, just to be safe, I went to buy a test. It would put my mind at rest, I reasoned. I took the test at Nicole's house and Much to my surprise, it was very faintly positive! So, I took another one. After getting the same result and having an anxiety attack on Nicole's bed. I made an appointment with the doctor. The day before my appointment, I started bleeding. A lot. We went to the Doctor and he did an ultrasound, finding 2 sacs instead of one. One was empty and one had a baby inside. The Dr said that I had been carrying twins and the bleeding was a result of me losing the other baby. I was only about 9 weeks along. I don't think I can describe the feelings I had. Relief that the baby was ok, some sadness that I had lost the other baby, but having never known I had 2 babies and finding out I had lost one was confusing. I think I was mostly relieved that I was still pregnant. I had extreme all day sickness. Doug bought me a little pink bucket to carry around. I used that bucket a lot! I craved mustard, and I would put it on saltine crackers. I also craved cantaloupe. Sometimes, I would eat a whole cantaloupe in one day. I was thirsty all the time and would drink around 4 gallons of water a day.



When it was time for the BIG ultrasound, Doug had just started a new job and didn't feel he could ask for time off. In the end, he surprised me by showing up at the Dr's office and walking into the u/s room. I cried so much when the tech told me it was a girl. Immediately, visions of frilly dresses and everything pink ran through my head! Doug cried a little bit, too. She was beautiful on the screen and everything was perfect.
Avery was due on July 5 but on June 16, I started to feel like something was happening. We went to the hospital and they said everything was fine. That night we went out with some friends and had dessert. I was so uncomfortable. Everything had been getting worse throughout the day. Before we went home, my friend leaned down and said to my belly,"Avery, You need to stay in one more day. You can come out tomorrow night after the shower" (My church baby shower was the next night after Sunday pm church). Well, Avery showed her! That night was terrible. I called the Dr. who told me to go back to the hospital. When they admitted me (around 8am) and took my blood pressure, it was over 200. They checked and saw that my water had broken, then my blood pressure went right back down. It was just stress! They put me on Pitocin and we waited. The contractions got pretty bad so I had an epidural. We waited some more. I was dilated to about a 5 at around 6:45pm. They took my temp and saw that it had spiked to 102. Thinking it meant I was getting an infection and it could spread to the baby, they scheduled an emergency c-section. A few minutes later, I was wheeled into the operating room and Avery was born at 7:07pm. I cried the whole time! She was beautiful and healthy, weighing 7lbs 7oz and 21 inches long.

As a little baby, Avery was challenging! She had colic and acid reflux. But, things leveled out and today she is a healthy 2yr old with a bubbly laugh and an infectious smile. She is very headstrong (she gets that from me!). She constantly tests limits and asks, "what's that?" She loves to play outside. Avery's understanding of sign language amazes me. I can sign to her, a phrase that I am sure she will not understand, and she will either sign back or go and do what I asked her! Avery is God's lesson to me about patience. My heart just about bursts when she prays aloud and I love to hear her sing (she has a beautiful voice!). She is a wonderful big sister and I am amazed at how loving she is to her family. She comes up behind me and scratches my back then gives me a kiss on the ear, just because she felt like it. When Nathan starts to fuss, she brings him a toy or loves on his head. She loves to wrestle with her Daddy (and can get pretty rough!). I can hardly wait to see what is in store for her life! She will surely meet whatever it is head-on!

Praying for Tyla

One of our family friend's daughter is having surgery today to repair a clef palate. If you will, say a quick prayer for Tyla and the Jimenez family as they go through this.

God is always in control :) Isn't that great?!

Starting off

Well, I decided to start a blog to help me remember the crazy, funny, irritating, and precious things that my children do! I will leave you with these 2 recent pictures:

Avery ready for cake at her birthday party;

Nathan enjoying some time at the Splashpad.

That's it for tonight!