Idea Explosion

2011-03-21T20:39:00.000-07:00

So it's been too long since I've posted and I'm sure that there is no one out there reading anyway, but I will post anyway on the off chance that someone wants to read.
So to sum up some of the stuff that's gone on since the last time we spoke:   We now reside in sunny tropical Hawaii. Since coming here we have discovered that ticks just LOVE to live here and love our dog even more. We also found out that the schools around here are not always willing to follow the letter of the law even when not following said law causes a child to fall behind. But we also discovered that the counselor at the school is a born again christian woman who loves Nathian and is the kind of woman who will go above and beyond to make sure that he succeeds. We have learned that even though the NAS Lemoore hospital had it's issues, they don't compare to the issues at the medical facilities around here. Let's just say- since being here I have not had one single prenatal appointment, even though according to them this is a complicated pregnancy due to having lost 3 babies and being over 30. But no matter, we have decided to finally (after almost 10wks of trying to get an appointment) to start seeing the midwife that our pastor works with. We go in on the 30th for our first visit with her.
We have also learned that the housing around here although filled with really great things, has some issues when it comes to the maintanence department. up to a 2 week wait to get some simple issues taken care of- not to mention big attitudes from some of the staff. Oh and we're not allowed to child proof the cabinets. They said we couldn't drill holes so we would have to use the locks that just stick on- I laughed when they said that. How does anyone expect to keep a child out of a dangerous cabinet with tape? Just ain't gonna happen!
But dispite all the crazy things we have learned about living here we have also learned some wonderful things. We learned that God had a place all planned out for us. Our church is amazing and the people are family now. They became family immediately. I have ladies that will be here when baby comes. I have people that are willing to come and help me unpack boxes and organize the house because they know how hard it can be to do anything when you're pregnant especially with 3 other little ones to keep an eye on.   I still don't like Hawaii and would never have chosen to live here, but I'm very grateful that God sees the big picture.
Speaking of pictures ......

This was taken just a week or so ago outside our house. Just one of the beautiful things that God has shown us to make living here truely okay.

So what else have we been up to.... I've been trying to make this house more like a home. I have now painted the boys' room, most of the kitchen (still have above the cabinets to do but need a small ladder to make it safer), and have the 1st stage of painting done in the livingroom. I have made 3 baby quilts (there were only supposed to be 2 but when I washed one of them the dye from the backing wicked trough the stitches on the front, so another one had to be made) I have obtained some wool sweaters and have felted most of them and have made 2 wool diaper covers so far. I have cut out tons of pieces for the diapers themselves and am just needing to sew them all. Here's a few pictures of it all.

Not to mention that I've been busy growing a little one. He or she is gettting very big and is very active. My belly extremely lively as of late which is such a glorious feeling. I will have some belly pics to share in the next week. We are in the final count down- only 10 wks left till we get to meet this beautiful creation. Somedays I do wonder if there really is only one in here with all the crazy movement but I'm sure that if there were 2 I would have gained more weight or at least I'd be bigger. I guess we will see soon enough.

So that is what has been happening here in the middle of the Pacific ocean. I have some other pictures on my phone of the island that I will upload with the next post.

Jenn--

Mid pleasures and palaces ...

2010-12-04T10:22:00.000-08:00

though we may roam,

Be it ever so humble there's no place like home!
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere:
--John Howard Payne, 1823

Our time in California is drawing to a close and we will soon be surrounded by beautiful blue water and lush plant life. I know you're all so very jealous but please don't be. This move is probably the hardest one to date. I really cna't stand the area where we live, I hate the weather and the air quality is just horrific but I'm still finding it had to get motivated to get things done so we can move. I have amazing friends here. Leaving them is the hardest thing I've had to do since saying goodbye to my dad and my babies. They held me up when I couldn't stand any longer. When I thought my world was ending they encouraged me and prayed for me. I can't even put into words how I feel about these ladies in my life. I have only known them for a little over 2 years but I feel like we have spent a lifetime together. It's hard to imagine my life with out them in it. Thank God for Facebook and the blogging world and of course cell phones and free long distance, and Skype.
One more big reason I don't want to leave is because of Nathian's 2nd grade teacher. We LOVE Mrs. A!!! She has had an amazing influence on Nathian's behavior and his acedemics. He has excelled this year in everything and I'm just so proud of him. I know that Nathian is going to miss her too. She has a way about her that Nathian just gravitates to. She was a PE teacher for 12 years and with budget cuts they had to cut out the PE classes and move teachers around. This is her first year as a 2nd grade teacher and in my opinion, (as much as I hate that the states keep cutting classes) God ordained the whole thing. She understands that bodies learn better if they can move, so she does lots of fun activities through out the day as long as the kids do their work and listen to the lesson. For Nathian this is very important because he HAS to move- often- so he knows that as long as he works hard he will get to do something fun and active when he's finished. We are praying for his teachers in Hawaii. We know that God has it all under control so we don't really have to worry about it, but as a mom, these are the things you worry about it. As of right now we don't even know where we will be living or what school he will be going to so it makes moving even harder since there's so many IF's going on.

Even though I don't want to leave right now, I really have to. So the organizing and seperating has started and the cleaning is underway. Soon this place that we have called home will be just an empty building ready for another family. I hope they appreciate our neighbors as much as we have over the past 3 years.

I will try and post once we get to Hawaii with pictures of the island life and our Christmas on the beach.
I'm sorry this wasn't a more uplifting post but I'm sure that those will be coming just as soon as all the stress of moving settles down. But on a bright note- Baby is doing well, growing and moving and everyone in the house is excited to meet her.
Love you all

Catch Up

2010-11-05T09:57:00.000-07:00

Well I guess it's been a while since I've posted anything and as odd as it sounds to me, some of you have been disappointed. It seems hard to believe that it has been 6 months since I last posted something and that post wasn't an ecspecially happy one was it? I'm not sure where to begin and how to make a post that will flow seemlessly so I'm thinking the best appoarch might be bullet points. So here goes nothing:

The Kids

They are growing up WAY too fast. In June we took Nathian to the Pediatric Developmentalist at Balboa in San Diego. It was wonderful to go to a doctor that took the time to really talk to us and then spend time talking and watching Nathian (unmedicated) then make his diagnosis. He also took the time to fill out all our forms that are needed for the military Exception Family Member Program, and spell out the exact type of treatment that he wanted for Nathian. And since the doctor we saw is a Chair on the EFMP board he knew exactly what needed to be said in order for Us as a family to be on the right list so when we are up for orders the Navy can only send us to certain places.
Lincoln started Kindergarten this year and is loving it. He has gone through 3 teachers so far because his actual teacher broke her foot last year and has been in and out having surgeries. I'm okay with that though cause I wasn't a big fan of hers. His teacher right now is GREAT! She's a retired kindergarten teacher and she is so laid back. I have been so concerned over him not being able to reconize his letters out of order, I talked to her about it and her advice to me was "RELAX" she told me that I shouldn't be this worried about it and as long as we are working with him a few minutes at a time through the days (like when we go to the store point to a sign and ask him what the big letter is and things like that) then he will get it and will be reading in no time. It's hard to not be concerned but he is only 5 and most of us weren't learning to read till the end of kindergarten or even 1st grade.
Mia--- Oh what can I say about Mia?! She has finally decided to potty train- although poop is still a struggle. Other than that, she has embraced the troublesome 3's. She is very creative and very loving but watch out if she doesn't get her way. She has an attitude like something I have never seen (other than on TV shows about those little beauty queens and their mamas). It is something we are trying hard to eliminate but it is a slow process. A lot of it seems to stem from her speech issues - which she has started speech therapy in so hopefully soon she will learn how to form some of those sounds that she's having a hard time with and will have an easier time getting us to understand her.

The Husband

Ben was able to come home from deployment early (by a couple week) on our own dime which was a lot more than just a dime- more like 10,000 dimes. He got to go with us to Nathian's appointment in San Diego.
He is now in his last semester of his Master's program. In December he will graduate and be finished with school. He just got his AFAA personal trainer certification so he is now able to go work at a gym or independantly as a personal trainer which will be great for some extra money to help pay for my books and equipment for my midwifery training and career.

The Military

We picked up orders to go to Hawaii for 3 years. We are leaving NAS Lemoore on Dec 13th and will be in HI on the 15th. Christmas this year will be on the beach since we will be in a hotel and that's not a fun place for Christmas. We aren't too happy with these orders since we are supposed to be going to shore duty but we have been told by Ben's sponsor at the base that the shop that he will be going to is a deploying unit, and he can be deployed for 6 months at a time-- NO! So we have talked to the detailer who's only answer was- the Navy has changed and all shore duties are deployable now-- We have found out though that if he does have to deploy we can ask for that time back. So if he has to go out for 12 months total during our 3 years then when we re-enlist we can request to get those 12 months of shore duty back.

The Craft Table

Lots of stuff in the works, unfortunantly most of those projects are still in my head. I have dresses galore that I want to make for Mia and I- and maybe a couple to sell. I also have a bunch of fabric that needs to be turned into bags to sell in my Etsy shop-- yeah, I have an Etsy shop, I've yet to sell anything in there but God willing I will have a few things in there to sell and mail out for Christmas.
I have a bunch of paterns to knit and crochet and am hoping to get my act together and get them all done soon. Okay well not soon as in this week but soon as in within the year. I'm also starting some wool soakers for cloth diapering and some cloth diapers.

The Baby

WE ARE PREGNANT!!!!! 11 weeks this Sunday. We are over the moon! Ben would actually carry the baby if he could, that's how excited he is. I've been dealing with "morning sickness" since about 6 weeks on though it really starts around lunch and last till I'm asleep but I've been able to eat and have only thrown up twice and both time were at night so I wasnt' loosing out on calories through the day.
I'm scared right now that things are going to go wrong and we'll lose this baby too, BUT I know that God is Greater than ALL my fears, and he has promised that those who follow him will not cast their young or be barren and I am going to hold him to that promise (as his word says I can--- ALL God's promises are YES in Christ)

So that is about it I think, I'm sure it wont be too much longer till I write again. I will post before we leave for sure and then I will post after we get there with pics of our new surroundings.
Love you all and thank you for reading

Jenn

I AM an Awful Mother!!!

2010-03-03T00:25:00.000-08:00

Yes, I am. There is nothing anyone can say that would make me feel any different. I am about the worst Christian mother out there. I am ashamed and full of guilt which of course is keeping me in this vicious cycle so the only way I know to get out of it is to be transparent and let people see me, Flaws and ALL.

So here it is... well first back story... Growing up I was in Church CONSTANTLY, not that that was a bad thing, in fact, I loved being in church when I was little. But being there all the time, learning about God was easy. Even though God wasn't the talk of the house -we did pray before dinner but we didn't just sit around reading the bible and such- I was still surrounded by God stuff. I remember the first day that I heard Psalty the singing song book and the kids praise kids. I was like 4, and I was in love. We were at our Pastor house and listening to it on the record player while it recorded to a tape so we could have a copy of it-- I still have that same tape, it is 29 yrs old but it still works. I then listened to that tape over and over and over again then the 2nd one came out and then the 3rd and by the time I was 12 I had the first 5 tapes and listened to them all the time. That's how I remember learning about who God was, and how much he loved me. I would sit on the swing set in the back yard with my tape player and just sing along with all the songs and I was in heaven. I felt safe and at home in Psalty's world. When I was 7 or so, we started going to a Nazerene church (where my mom is still at) and I kind of remember my sunday school classes but not all of them, but I do remember the principles that were taught. Around 12 or so I started Bible quizzing and so of course I was studing the bible, though not in a very devotional kind of way, but the word was finding its way into me. And there were times that Dad and I would have conversations about biblical stuff, but it wasn't until I was in my teens and beyond. Every summer since I was 8 I was at church camp, completely surrounded by God, which is probably the other place where I learned about God and his love.

I'm sorry if this is sounding scattered but please bear with me and I'm sure it will all come together--at least I hope it does.

So anyway, I learned about God and I fell in love with God. I had great big faith, I thought that ALL things WERE possible, and I could be anything God wanted me to be. (Gaither reference if you didn't catch that one- and yes, I grew up on Southern Gospel) But I didn't get that knowledge and faith because my parents constantly read the bible to me, or talk to me about the things of God when I was little, they just kind of surrounded me and even when they weren't around me they were still inside me, they filled my being- God filled me.

But now as a parent myself I don't know how to teach my children the things of God. When Nathian was born I (and even while I was pregnant with him) I used to read the word to him, I used to sing worship songs all the time. But something happened, and it just stopped. Not completely, I still sing worship songs around the house but I don't sit and read the word with my kids like I dreamed I would while I was pregnant with Nathian. Yesterday, during what seemed to me like maybe the worst day yet, I talked to the boys about obedience. I asked them if they loved God, and Nathian said No. I then asked him if he knew who God was, and he said, "oh, yeah, he's an angle". I just couldn't believe my ears. How can I expect my children to obey me when they don't even know why they need to obey. We obey are parents in Lord because God commands it, and we obey God because we love him, and we love him because he first loved us. Jesus said, "If you love me you will obey my commandments", but if I haven't taught my children about God and his love then how can I ask them to obey him by obeying me.

So this is why I'm a horrible mother. I have not taught my children about the love of their Heavenly Father, I have neglected to live out God's love for my kids. I yell at them when I'm angry- yes, I get angry with them- I make excuses why I can't sit and play with them, I get annoyed with them when they keep begging and whining. I am in no way a good example of God to my children. I want my children to look at me and want to be like me because I reflex Gods love. I don't want them to grow up angry and bitter, because I unloaded all my baggage on them.

So how do I change this? How do I teach my children about God? I did find, and bought, all the Psalty albums from my childhood on CD so we can listen to them in the van instead of constantly watching movies. They kids have liked having them in and Nathian wants to take them to school to teach the kids some of the songs. But I know that it's not enough, I don't want my kids to get the same kind of God knowledge that I got. I want them to go into their marriages and parenting lives with the tools they need to give their children the love of God.

I do know that one of our major issues is that Ben and I are not on the same page parentally or spiritually. I'm not saying that he's not a godly man, because he is, it's more that, he wasn't raised in the church, he came from a broken home, and he lived most of his life out in the world. I'm also not saying that people who live out in the world can't come to Christ and become a totally different person and grow spiritually and even become preachers and teachers of the word quickly and sustain that passion for the rest of their lives. I'm just saying that when we met, he wasn't really going to church, he had gone off and on for a few months and had giving his life to God, but he had no one discipling him. So we started out on uneven ground, and it's never really gotten anywhere near level. This is probably the same reason that I have a hard time teaching my kids about God and Jesus-- I have a very hard time talking to Ben about the things of God because I'm so used to talking to fellow believers who have the same (or at least similar) knowledge of the word, so when talking to someone with limited knowledge (or no knowledge) I don't know how to break it down- of course with Ben, I'm worried that breaking it down he will feel belittled and I don't want to do that, So instead of talking, I avoid. And of course then I get mad at him for not Just knowing what I'm thinking or talking about, and we end up in a fight and we become distant and so the cycle continues.

So this is how I am an Awful mother. I avoid talking to them about the things of God because it was never discussed with me so I don't know how to do it without sounding degrading to whomever I am talking to.
I really am open for suggestions on how to begin to rectify this situation. I hate being mad at the kids, and I know that most of that anger needs to be but back on me- but of course that brings guilt which brings fear which brings me further from God which brings frustration which brings anger which brings guilt.....I'm sure you see the picture. I know that I need to find a way to forgive myself for all these wasted years but it's really hard when I know that I let God down. I have asked for forgiveness from my heavenly father and I have also asked the boys to forgive me for not teaching them about God.

I hope someone was able to follow this craziness which is my thought process and can help me bring my family into the word and love of God.

Thank you for reading
--Jenn

The Everyday and the Day after Tomorrow

2010-02-21T22:32:00.000-08:00

I haven't posted anything is quite sometime and I really don't know why. There has been so much on my mind and heart lately that posting would have been good for me, but instead I have just kept it all inside, trying to sort out all the feelings and thoughts. I haven't been feeling too creative lately either. I have felt so off these past couple months and though it would seem that anyone who has dealt with what I have in the last 6 months would be a bit off their game, it's just not ME. I normally bounce back pretty quickly but not this time. This time things have been happening so fast that I can't seem to keep up even with the everyday. I have been trying to do a little each day but then a day comes and I just don't have the energy so I do nothing but what is absolutely necessary and then somehow that one day turns into 3 and there is just so much that needs to be done. So then, of course, I have to spend hours doing all the work that I didn't do and I'm so drained once I'm done that I don't want to do anything else for the next couple days. And so the cycle continues. The every day cleaning and taking care of the kids seems more than I can take.

Please don't think that I'm sitting here having a pity party for myself, I'm not, I really want to be able to handle it ALL but I just can't. Ben left so quickly after the miscarriage in December I haven't had the time that I really needed to process my feelings. I know that God has a HUGE plan in store for me, a ministry that I could never imagine having. I know this in my heart, in the deepest part of me, yet it's been shadowed by all these feelings of self doubt and fear and anger and jealousy.

So, How do I get out of this place? I want feel normal, I want to stop obsessing over this. I want to be able to hear that someone is pregnant and not break down. I just found out today that someone close to me is pregnant and I can't even bring myself to call her, or even send her an email, because even though I'm happy for them and I am so glad that God is blessing them yet again, I can't stop thinking that I just wish that she could know what I'm feeling- and even though I would never want anything to happen to her baby, there's just part of me that wishes that she had also gone through a miscarriage, just so she could know the sting of it. She couldn't even tell me, she had my mom call and tell me, and she didn't even know if she should tell me know or wait till my mom came out here to visit.She just didn't want to hurt me, she knows how much I want my babies back. I am glad she told me, I would have hated to have found out later through some random Facebook post.

On to other not so introspective things---

So now even though I haven't been really in a creating mood, I have been thinking about different things that I would LOVE to make. For starters I want to make some silk and satin slip/nightgowns. I am so in love with the one that I have but it doesn't fit my bust as nicely as I would like (since it was made for one). I also have a whole bunch of embroidery floss that I will never use to do another needle point (those things just get on my nerves) so I am going to use them to crochet some things. I haven't decided exactly what yet but I'm thinking about a little change purse and maybe a cosmetic bag for my purse. There are a bunch of baby things that I want to make but I know that starting on any of them right now would just make me feel worse- but when I start feeling more ready I have a lot of things I want to work on-I will share more when I'm ready to start on them, though some may stay secret for a while since I have some gifts in mind. And, oh the things I want to build-- I want to build a sewing table, the kind where I can fold down the sewing machine. I have a desk that could probably be turned into a sewing table but as of right now I don't have the place or the time to work on it. Well and I might have to get a new sewing machine- yep that's right, my almost 8 year old cheap walmart machine is finally thinking about giving out on me. It's making a really horrible sound and I'm not sure where it's coming from but I do know that if my car was making the same noise I would be taking it straight to the mechanic. So with that, I have to wait to make the table when I have another machine since the hole and the drop down mounting thing comes in different sizes. I also have a little side table that I got from freecycle that I adore, but I only have one and I want two. But once again no place or time to work on it. I have to refinsh this one and it also needs to be fixed up a bit so as I take it apart I will get all the measurements and stuff so that just as soon as I get the time and space to build another I will have the hard part done.

So with that I will go to bed and get some much needed rest. Sorry for the randomness and my crazy obsession with trying to figure things out. I don't even know if anyone reads my blog but for who ever is reading , thanks and I am planning to have some more upbeat and enlightened posts soon.
God Bless you all
Jenn

Even Harder to Say....

2009-12-14T13:14:00.000-08:00

I don't even know where to begin. I went to the doctor today and the U/S showed no baby. Just an empty sac. Looking at the screen was really like looking into my heart right now. Just a big black hole.

Well maybe not a black hole, but that is how it felt right then. I just don't understand. I still believe that God has a purpose and a plan and will use this heartache for good. I mean he promised that "All things work together for good for those who love Him" and all God's promises are Yes in Christ and they are mine to claim. In my heart I know this but in my head I just keep asking "Why?, How?, What?, When?" and I'm just not getting any answers.

I don't know what the future holds, I only know that I have to trust that God is not going to leave me here. I don't know how long I'm going to have to stick around these parts but I know that God will bring me out.

FYI-- The rest of this post is going to be a lot of random thoughts and ramblings so if you get lost I'm very sorry, I just have to get all of this out of my head so I can start to think more clearly and rationally again.

After loosing Gilbert we prayed about it and I asked God to give me a child when the time was right. And then in less than 3 months there is was- the answer- or so I thought. I thought that I would only get pregnant when it was time for us to add a new baby but then this. -- I guess really if we look at this scientifically, I was never Really pregnant. A baby never developed, just the sac, so I'm not really loosing a baby right now because there was never a baby to lose. -- But I feel like I'm loosing Hope. I know that I'm not the only person in the world to go through this and I know that so many others have gone through worse. I know that I should just be grateful for the three beautiful children that we have been blessed with, and I am, I truely am. I know that there are so many who haven't been able to have a child of their own and my heart aches for them all. Here's the reason that it's so hard for me to see the hope right now- other than the obvious. Ben leaves in three weeks. That means that there is no chance that we will be able to conceive again till after July. Not too bad, but then we are scheduled to move in November so life will be terribly stressful for a month or so while we get the kids settled in school and settled into a new town. I know that if it's God's will then we will have another baby, I just can't see it. I can't see when a new baby would fit. I don't normally think about things in this way but right now I am. Normally I think that you can't plan things like kids- There's never really a right time, God is the only one that knows the proper time for everything. But of course I'm still human and am only able to see what is in front of me and what I see is a lot of crazy stuff ahead. And lets face it I'm over 30 and pregnancies are not going to be as easy as they used to be, and the way it looks now, the soonest I'll be prego again will be 33 and if things get as crazy as I'm sure they are going to be it could be another year.

Right now I just want it to be done. I don't want this thing inside me anymore. I hate having all these hormones surging through my body without having a baby to be the cause. Why did it have to happen at all? It would have been hard not to get pregnant but at least I wouldn't have gone through weeks of hoping and worrying and wondering. I started the meds this afternoon and have had a little bit of cramping but nothing that says- "this will be all over soon". I could have had a D&C but I didn't want to be put under again and since a D&C scrapes the uterus it can cause damage and it can take a long time to get a cycle back. So I decided as soon as she said that it was a Blighted ovum that I would use the cytotec. It's what we used with Gilbert and it was 11 hours from start to finish and she said that with true miscarriages it can take longer for the meds to work, so since this is not a true miscarriage it shouldn't take as long. It's been just over 5 hours and I've used half the meds, but I just now took a full dose (I used two half doses earlier because Ben was at work and I didn't want it to kick in too fast and then not be able to go get Lincoln from school at 3).

Okay so the rambling is done for now. I need to eat some dinner so I don't pass out from hunger. I will keep you all informed as to how it's going. Thank you for your prayers, it is greatly appreciated and even though our prayers for a healthy baby were not answered the way we wanted they were heard and God has answered- Not Yet.

God Bless you all

Jenn

Update: At 10:30ish tonight I passed the sac after only a few hours of light cramping and some bleeding. The cramping was never worse than a normal period of which I am extremely grateful as I did not want to have to take any pain meds. I will now have to call the doc tomorrow to find out when to start blood work for my levels. I might even have another US this week to make sure that everthing has passed (though I'm quite confident of what I saw and examined rather closely- the details of which I will spare you from) Thank you for all who have been praying. I do know that God will work this too for His glory as long as I let Him- and even though it's hard to see beyond this day I am determined to let Him shine. All Hope is not lost, just the hope of this baby, but there is hope for another baby, someday, when God says it's time.

This is Harder than you will ever know

2009-12-01T20:49:00.000-08:00

Okay, so as much as I HATE to admit it, I must. It would be so easy for me to just not say anything at all or to lie through my teeth. (not that I'm a compulsive liar it would just be easier right now than to admit the truth) I have for so long now been the picture of faith- okay well maybe not the Mother Theresa type of faith, but still, I've stood strong and leaned hard on God and didn't let fear enter my mind. Yet, after an appointment yesterday I have to tell you that I am Scared! I'm not so much fearful, as I know that God has His hands all over this pregnancy and I know that He will carry me no matter what, but I am scared. I'm worried about this baby, I want absolutes and all I have are numbers, possibilities and probabilities. I want to know what is going to happen, will I carry this baby to term and deliver him and bring him home, or will I need to once again release this child back to the heavens? I definitely would not want to have to do the latter but I know that God would work through it and if I just knew maybe it wouldn't hurt as bad.

So before I keep going with this whole philosophical view point I should probably tell you about the appointment has made me scared.

So yesterday morning I went in for a surgery consult, and the doc said that he would do it but we had to get the go ahead from the OB since he was convinced that I would have to be on narcotic pain drugs for the post op pain.(Boy does he not even understand the power of my mind- but that's beside the point) So I then went down stairs for an appointment with my NP to find out if I've got a sinus infection- which I do. I then went to the OB clinic (this is definitely one of the good things about having the hospital here on base- I only have to go to one building for just about everything) and asked if I could get an early appointment so I could get the okay. There was an opening at 2:20 so I snatched it up.

Now I'm really wishing that I didn't. First, I waited for an hour because she was so backed up, then she came in and we did the exam and she started the ultrasound. It wasn't 30 seconds before I saw her face start to fall. I tried not to read anything into it but I couldn't help but think that something wasn't right. I couldn't see the screen so I had no idea what she was seeing. She turned the screen and showed me what she was looking at. I wish I took one of the pictures so I could show you all but I'll try to describe it. We could see the cervix all closed tight and long, and then the gestational sac (on most early scans it's the big black hole in the center of all the grey fuzzy stuff, where you would see the baby) but no definite baby or yolk sac. There was, on one side of the sac, a grey spot, but it was so small that the machine couldn't make it out or find a heartbeat on it. SO, of course my eyes instantly well with tears, and my mind went to that place. You know the one- the place where fear takes over and you can't breath or think right and all you want are answers, but no one seems to be able to give you any. As I sat there thinking the worst, the midwife in me kicked in and I told the doc that I wanted to have a quantitative blood test to make sure that my levels were right. Of course she agreed- not because she thought it was absolutely necessary but because she saw the fear in my eyes and knew that I needed some sort of absolute. So I went to the lab and gave them my blood and came home crying all the way. All I wanted was to get a quick look at this baby growing inside of me and to get the okay to have a small surgery and go home and relax. But instead I came home and tried very hard to pretend like everything was okay. -we just told Nathian about having another baby Saturday and the thought of him going though another loss breaks my heart even more than me having to go through the loss. I went out to the park with the family and threw the ball around but just couldn't get it off my mind. I waited for the call while Ben went to McDonald's to get food- I was in no mood to be in the kitchen. I texted a friend to ask her to pray, I watched my Day's of Our Lives recordings, trying anything to just stop thinking about it for 5 minutes but nothing helped. Finally, at 5:30 the phone rang and it was the doctor with the test results. My count was normal for early 6 weeks (according to my period I should be 6wks 5days today but I know that I ovulated on day 17 or 18 instead of the "normal" 14 so that makes me more like 6/1). I was going to do blood work again tomorrow but instead she really wants me to just come in next week for another scan. At first I really wanted to just do the blood work but as I thought about it she was right- I could do blood work but then I would be waiting and worrying for 3 hours every other day and that's not good for a growing baby, so I will be calling tomorrow morning on her orders to make an appointment for next week to do another scan.

All that said, I'm still scared. There are no guarantees in life and pregnancy is no different. I just want to be confident that this is the baby that we will bring home. Now, being scared is not new to me. When I had Nathian, Lincoln and Mia, I was terrified, absolutely beside myself some days with worry. With Gilbert though, I wasn't worried at all. Seriously, I never thought that anything bad could happen, I thought that I was on easy street. Even when I started bleeding at 8 weeks I was scared for less than 18 hours, and when I started bleeding again at 10 wks I think I was scared for about an hour, I went right in and the OB was still at the hospital and we saw his beautiful heart and arms and legs wiggling around and I was fine. But God had other things in mind. I had to grow, and loosing Gilbert was what had to happen for me to grow. I know a lot of what God has been working out in me but I'm now wondering if He's also trying to work out the pride in me. I know that He is always working on my pride but with Gilbert I was so confident that it was almost prideful. I thought that my body was such a great baby maker and nothing bad could happen. But it did, and now I'm not as confident in my body. I know that I have to find a happy medium. There has to be a balance between knowing what my body has been made to do and knowing that God is bigger than it all. I know that my body can have babies- I've seen it, I've lived it, they're sleeping upstairs right now, but I also know that my body isn't perfect and I'm not promised that I will never have a miscarriage again only that God will carry me through it.

Wow, I hope someone is still reading and understanding after all that. If you are still with me I promise I'm almost done. I am scared, I have been trying so hard not to be but I can't help but feel a little scared right now. I know that God has got me right in the middle of His hand but I'm still human and I'm scared. I'm not scared so much of loosing the baby but more that I will not go through the miscarriage till after Ben leaves and I will be here by myself. If I'm here alone, how will I be able to care for Nathian, how will I be able to tell him that once again another baby is not going to come live with us. What is going to happen to his heart, if I have to tell him this right after his daddy has said goodbye for 6 months? My heart breaks just thinking about that.

Would you please pray with me about this. Yes I want this baby, I can't tell you how much I want this baby, but I want to be in the Center of God's plan Whatever that may be. So I'm asking for prayer not only for this baby but also for peace and strength to go through anything that God would have me go through. Thank you for lending me your ears (eyes) for a while and for bearing with me through all my ramblings. You guys mean so much to me and I don't even know who all of you are. God bless you all and I hope you are all having a fantastic Christmas so far. Jenn

It's been too long

2009-11-10T22:43:00.001-08:00

There has been a lot happening over the last couple months but I just haven't felt like blogging too much. I will try very hard to keep this short as to not make any of you pass out from boredom.

The last time we spoke I was still dealing with the grief and sadness of loosing Gilbert. It has been a very long process (not to make light of those of you who have been dealing with grief longer than 3 months like me) and even though I'm not completely beyond the sadness I am definantly on the other side looking out. I've said it before and I'll say it again, God is Faithful, only He can turn sorrow into Joy and I am so happy to tell you all that He has brought Joy back to our family.

I know it's might sound crazy to some but I am not at all scared to tell the world, that there is a baby growing inside my womb once again. I am only 3wks and 3 days along but I can't see any reason for keeping it to myself. My mom told me today that I shouldn't post it on Facebook untill I'm farther along. And I know that a lot of people don't tell anyone till they are past the 1st trimester thinking that they are out of the woods- but I was "Out of the Woods". I was 18wks that's 6 weeks into the 2nd trimester, and yet I still had to say goodbye to my baby boy. The way I look at it is like this, if I don't tell anyone and I loose this baby then I would have to go through the grief alone. But if I let the whole world know and still miscarry then I have a team of people there to lift me up and help me through. And if God wills that this baby comes home to live with us here then everyone will have been able to experience the joy with us from the very begining. And besides all of that, my belly is not staying tucked away for much longer.

Okay so the other stuff that I've been up to. Well I have almost finished my craft room. It's actually a storage closet but it's big enough for my desk and I put up more shelves so I can store all my fabric out in the open where I will be able to see it and be more inspired by it. I still have to get some storage stuff for the small stuff and then put everything away but it is so close to being done I can taste it -or is that saw dust in my mouth? Either way I'm pretty proud of my accomplishment. I will post a pic or two once it's all done. I also finished the dress for my best friends wedding. I know it sounds crazy but I don't have any pictures of it on me other than a few of the wedding pics that are on my friends FB page I did however hij*ck one of them just for all of you.

I was/am very proud of how it turned out. My mom was actually shocked that it turned out so well. The entire time that I was making it she kept telling me that I should go look at dresses at the shops "just in case". I really don't think she thought that I could pull it off. But I did and it is beautiful and yes it's still in the suitcase.

The day I got back from Nashville we got the call that Lincoln could start pre-school on base the very next day. So now I have two in school though Lincoln goes in at noon and nathian gets out at 2 I still have 2 hours with out any kiddos in my hair. (not that they ever get on my nerves you know cause I have just the most well behaved children who listen to everything I say and do everything I ask them to the first time-but I digress) I thought it was going to be very difficult with the times but it's turning out pretty good. Nathian either rides or walks to and from school with the neighbors. Till Christmas break I am carpooling with another mom to take Lincoln and her daughter "K" to and from pre-school we are taking turns on the pick up and drop off and the kids are loving it. It works great for Mia too since her nap time doesn't get too screwed up.

There is a lot more going on but this is getting long so I will leave you for now but I promise I will not be gone as long this time (to those of you who care).

God Bless

Grief Stinks

2009-09-02T11:53:00.000-07:00

Every time I think I'm fine and can move on and be a productive member of society, it hits me like a ton of brinks. There are so many people around me that are pregnant and as much as I want to be excited for them (and most of the time I really am) I just can't seem to muster up the well wishes. I see pregnant women in the store and just want to cry. When will this end? I'm so tired of being sad. I want to start Doulaing (not an actual word) at the hospital here but if I can't even walk through the hospital without tears streaming down my face How can I be with a mama as she welcomes her healthy baby.

I know that God has a great plan for all of this I just don't want to be sad anymore. I want to feel like myself again. I'm not sleeping, I'm gaining weight instead of loosing it (4lbs since the miscarriage) I'm irritable, my hormones are all out of whack, and I'm yelling at my kids all the time. This is not the kind of life I want. So when will it all end? When will the pain of this all go away? I know that it's only been 41days since we found out the Gilbert was gone, and I know that it takes time, but I don't have that kind of time. My husband works all the time, I have 3 kids that I have to be around for, and no money to go do anything even if I did have the extra time to take. I want to keep talking about Gilbert but I feel like no one is listening. Ben wont talk about it and he keeps asking me if I'm ovulating yet (I'm not on the pill and I haven't had a period so I'm tracking my LH to figure out if I'm cycling again) but I don't think he's asking because he wants to start trying again but rather because he doesn't. He keeps saying things about not being able to handle the 3 we have, or they're enough right now. I don't know how to ask him about it without it starting a fight. How can he say that 3 is too much with out me thinking that he didn't want Gilbert at all, and that he wasn't affected by his death.

Then there's the whole side of getting pregnant again. How do I move beyond the desire to have Gilbert back, to the desire to have another child. I don't want to get pregnant in order to replace Gilbert, yet so often that's what I think I'm doing subconsciously. I also feel like I'm wanting to be pregnant just to BE pregnant- to prove to myself that I can do it and that there's nothing wrong with me. But there is something wrong with me, I'm depressed, I don't want to admit it because of all the stigma that goes with it but it's true. There's no two ways about it. I have highs and lows, I get so annoyed so quickly, and I don't feel like doing anything most of the time.

Didn't want to write this post but I just had to. Since I haven't been able to talk about it, I had to blog about it. Maybe through this I can heal faster, and get over this hump, without having to go on any meds. Meds are good for some things but for this I really think that meds will just mask the issue and then if I go off the meds then I'll end up deeper in depression. Thank you all for listening to me. If you feel lead, please pray. I can't stay like this much longer.

God Bless you all

Jenn

Not back in Full Swing....

2009-08-12T22:07:00.000-07:00

But getting close.

So Sunday and Monday I spent way too much time working with my serger. For some reason when I replaced one of the loopers I could not get it to work right. I did find the right settings once but then as soon as I tried again it stopped chaining all together. As much as I'm into fixing it myself I could not find any helpful information on this great World Wide Web so I have surrendered and excepted defeat. I will take it to the shop in town and see if they can help me adjust it right so it works again but it might be a week or two before I do that.

In the mean time I began working on my brides maids dress for my best friends wedding. Well, I haven't really started on the real dress, I am making one out of Muslin because it's cheap. I have seen so many other sewers transfer the pattern from the thin paper to muslin and make a mock up of the garment then ripping it apart and using the muslin as the new stronger and tailored pattern. So that is what I'm doing. Yesterday I washed, dryed and cut out my pattern pieces. This afternoon I transfered all the instructions over to the fabric and began to sew the bodice together. Tonight when the kids were in bed I pulled it back out and finished it. Well, Almost. I didn't put in a zipper, or the lining and interfacing. It fits pretty well, though when I tried it on I was wearing a tank top and pj pants so there might be a need for some fine tuning but probably not too much.

Without further adieu here is the dress in all it's unbleached glory, and the pic from the pattern cover.

I'm going to take out some of the gathers in the front (I added more than was in the original pattern) and I might add a little width to the skirt to give it better flow. So I guess I might have to cut out another skirt to test it but that's just 3 pieces not too bad. It's better that I get it right with the muslin than to totally mess up the with the satin right?

In other news, I go in tomorrow for my two week appointment. They should have the results from the placental analysis and most of the blood work if not all. I don't think they will give me anymore insight into the physical cause of death but at least I'll know what my blood was saying at the time. I will have to have at least one blood test to see if my hCg has gone down to 0 but I'm going to ask if they can do a full hormone panel to check all my levels to see how close I am to being back to 'normal' what ever that means.

Have a wonderful day to anyone whos reading and God bless. I have another post that is in the works but it will have to wait for another night. Right now I must get a shower and hit the hay.

Jenn----

7 Days a Week Does Make...

2009-07-31T22:00:00.000-07:00

…and a couple more days thrown in for good measure.

This past week has been such a blur. So much has happened in such a small span of time that I hardly know where to begin. I guess the beginning is the best place to start. Now I know that I started this blog to write about all my crafting ideas but for the next short while I will be using it to get out all my thoughts about the miscarriage. And to keep it all straight I’m going to write in bullet point format today.

Saturday July 25- We drove up to Sacramento to pick my mom up at the airport then we headed straight back home. On the way up there we needed to stop at Target for some eye drops because I had cried till my eyes were completely dry. While walking through the store I turned too soon and went right through the baby stuff. I couldn’t hold back the tears. I watched as people stared at this very pregnant women crying in the baby isle. If only they had known that my womb was no longer a home but a grave. I quickly found Ben and we left as quickly as possible. By the time we got back home it was time to put the kids to bed. I was so tired but I just couldn’t go to bed. It was around 1230 before I went to bed but I did not sleep more than 3 hours the whole night. Sunday July 26th- We didn't go to church, I just couldn't be there talking to everyone, hearing the "I'm sorry's" and seeing the sadness in others eyes. I slept in till about 930, took a shower, hoping it would help me feel better. It didn't. I spent a large part of the morning looking up information on Crematories in the area and trying to find prices. I didn't call anyone because I couldn't talk at all about it. I felt so disheartened when I could only find prices for adult cremations which were $500-$800. I just couldn't see anyone charging that much for such a tiny little body. All through the weekend I went in and out of denial and acceptance. I mean, how could I truly accept that my baby was gone when he was still inside my womb? I could feel his tiny little body; I couldn't believe that his heart was not beating. And I believe in miracles and was praying for one for my family. I spent about 3 hours in bed during the afternoon. Ben asked me if I thought that being in bed was the best thing for me and of course I said “YES!” I didn’t know if it truly was the BEST thing for me to do but it was the only thing I wanted to do. I finally got up and reluctantly we went out to eat. I hated walking around with my pregnant belly looking extremely sad. Once again I found myself in Target this time avoiding the baby department completely; we needed diapers so I sent Ben to grab those while mom and I went to the toys with the kids.

After putting the boys to bed Ben and I were watching Love finds a Home (the last movie/book in the Love Comes Softly series) and at the end the heroin tells her husband that she is pregnant and as they began to walk off, he starts talking about baby names and one of the names (though I'm not sure that he actually said it or if it was just what God wanted me to hear) was Jasper. I looked over at Ben and told him that I liked that name and he said that he could live with Jasper. Now I know this might sound strange but hearing that name allowed me to accept that my little Gilbert Ryan was in heaven with our Lord. See, just the day before we found out that Gilbert was gone and a day after I had last hear his heart; God gave us the name Gilbert for him. Though we weren’t totally sure that we would name him Gilbert Thursday we were sure on Friday afternoon. In the Bible God often named his children or changed their names, i.e. Abram became Abraham, Jacob became Israel, and when David's son (borne of Bathsheba) died God sent Nathan to David and told him that he was to name the child Jedidiah because God loved him. Well hearing the name Jasper was like God promising a future child for us, which gave me hope to move forward and to truly give Gilbert Ryan (bright promised Prince) over into the hands of the Father. I’ll tell you more about Jasper in a little while.

Monday July 27th- I went to the doctor at 9 in the morning and she really wanted me to go right up to L&D and start the induction process. I was still thinking that I really wanted to wait till Tuesday to start everything because there were still things that needed to be taken care of. And for the most part she was okay with me waiting but when we did another ultrasound to confirm his death we saw a blood clot on the uterine side of the placenta. Now it didn't seem like it would quickly come loose and cause any problems but there was no way to be completely sure that it wouldn't quickly tear away if I went into labor on my own. So after crying and talking and going over all the risk of waiting and the risk of going forward we decided that it was time. I told her that I had to go home and tell the kids were I was and what was going to happen since all they knew was that I was going to the doctor and they were expecting mommy home. So we went home I ate some breakfast and gave the kids a kiss and told them that I would be back but possibly not that night. I went on FB and told everyone that I was going in and that it shouldn't take too long maybe 12 hours (remember this number) We got back to the hospital at 1030 and got checked in. I had the best nurses through out our stay. The docs came in and we talked about what we were going to do. Just before 1130 Dr. S came in and we got ready to start the cytotec. The first round was started at 1130ish. It was a pretty slow start, every 4 hours we did another round. I was having contractions but they didn't feel like contractions because they were so low inside my pelvis. Mom was with me this whole time and just after dinner Ben came up with the kids. We called our neighbor (who told us to call if we need anything) and asked if she would be able to watch the kids for a while since Ben hadn’t been with me all day. He took the kids over there loaded with their PJ’s and diapers and such then came back to the hospital. At 8 the doctor came in and checked me and started another round and told me that I was still only at 1cm but my cervix was thinning out so it was working. I told mom and Ben to go home because it could still be another 8 hours. I am now telling you all - DON'T LISTEN TO ME!!!! Okay so they went home and got the kids from the neighbors and put them to bed. We had already talked with our neighbor about what we would do if it happened before morning and she was ready to just come over and stay with the kids while they slept. I finished watching Secret Life and then I tried to sleep. I was able to practice my toning through the contractions but after an hour I rolled over to my left side and very quickly the contractions were on top of each other and were so super strong that I couldn't stand it. My new nurse came in because we were having trouble with the monitor reading the contractions. I told her that they were really strong and then all of a sudden I felt wetness. I was bleeding. She checked me and thought that she was feeling his head so we called the doctor (who had probably just brushed her teeth and lay down in bed) and then Ben. Ben ran over to the neighbors' who was sitting out in the yard with the other neighbors and she ran right over. By the time everyone got there I was passing a lot of blood and some large clots. When the doc checked me she didn't feel his head but I was very close to the 5cm that was needed to deliver. Just before 1130pm I was in so much pain, the contractions were non stop but my body was fighting against pushing. Mom ran out in the hall and called them all down and by the time Dr. S sat on the bed he was coming. He was officially born at 1131pm (remember how long I said on FB and what time we started the meds?), weighing 5.6 oz and 7.5in long. I held him for what seemed like forever but wasn't quite long enough. He was perfect for an 18wk baby. Everything was formed, all but the soft cartilage in the tip of his nose and his ears, which normally doesn't form till around the 21st week or so. His skin was so thin you could see his bones and some of his organs. We just sat there holding him and looking him all over, I think I counted his fingers and toes over 20 times. I marveled at his fingernails, all 20 digits had a perfect little nail. Ben went home around 1230 or 1 to relieve our neighbor, before he left they gave me a half dose of Stadol (sp?) because I was in so much pain I couldn't hold on to Gilbert anymore. The meds knocked me out completely- I could hear everyone and everything but I couldn't move, I could still feel the contractions but they weren't as bad. I finally delivered the placenta around 330 but it didn't come out as easily as we'd hoped and after a quick exam and the very large clot that passed just before the placenta doc decided that the best thing would be for me to go to the OR and have her scrape off the uterine wall to make sure that there weren't any fragments of placenta left behind. (Little medical lesson- even a small piece of retained placenta can cause severe hemorrhaging). So the anesthesiologist came in and we talked about what meds to use for the procedure and since I was not having anything stuck into my spine we decided to use general anesthesia. I drank this awful tasting liquid and was out before we made it out the door. It took me forever to come out of it. I woke up fairly fast but felt in a fog the entire morning. I also lost a lot of blood, not enough for a transfusion but enough to make me very weak. I pray that I never have to feel like that again. I was not myself. I couldn't even hold Gilbert's small basket that they put him in. Mom sat him on the bed next to me so I could look at him and talk to him.

Tuesday July 28th- Later that morning, Ben came by for mom to take her and the kids to eat breakfast. They all came up after they ate (the nurse took Gilbert to another room so the kids didn't see him- with the skin so thin he was a purplish red color and we didn't want the kids to see him that way) and I played as much as I could with the kids but I was still pretty weak and dizzy so after about an hour Ben took them all home. Mom was starting to feel sick so she went home to lie down for a while. I stayed at the hospital even though I could have gone home, because I wanted to make sure that I was okay and that my blood levels were coming back up before I went home, and I just couldn't pull myself away from Gilbert. After what seemed like a very long day Ben came back up and we signed the papers stating that we didn't want an autopsy, and the release form for the funeral home. I said goodbye to my little boy and we were released. I spent a lot of Tuesday evening in bed and on the couch. I didn't sleep well all night, I was in such pain. I had 800mg Motrin but it didn't help with the muscle pain in my back.

Wednesday July 29th – That morning I tried for an hour to reach the OB clinic to talk to or leave a message with the doctor about the pain, but no one ever answered. So I called up to L&D and talked with the nurse that had been with me Monday and Tuesday and told her what was going on and she paged the doctor for me. I talked to the doc about 15 minutes later and she said that she would put in a script for a muscle relaxer. We picked it up at the hospital and then went to the funeral home to make all the arrangements for the cremation. (While at the hospital on Monday we were told that one of the local funeral homes does cremations of still births free, I was so relieved, that was one less thing that I had to think about.) Not something I ever thought that I would do, and definitely not something I ever thought I could get through. We then headed back to Sacramento. I slept most of the way up there, I was still very weak and the meds hadn’t kicked in to help my back. We found a hotel and went to get some dinner. Mom stayed at the hotel because she still was not feeling well.

Thursday July 30th- Mom flew out Thursday morning and then we headed back towards home. Mom gave us money to take the kids to Chuck E cheese, so we ate lunch in Fresno and then took them over to CEC and spent $20 on tokens and let them play for an hour and a half. They still weren’t completely sure of all that was going on and there was no reason to keep them from having fun. I went to the bathroom and had a break down for about 5 minutes. Why I would break in CEC is beyond me but I did. We then went to Color Me Mine, a pottery painting place in town to pick out the urn for Gilbert. The boys painted it (with a little bit of help from us). I'm not sure how it's going to turn out but at least they were a part of it and if in 10 years they want to make a new one for him then they can.

Friday July 31st- Today was spent doing nothing- I didn't get up till 10 and Ben had taken the kids out to the exchange to pick out some movies for the weekend then he got a hair cut (I think- to tell you the truth I didn't pay too much attention to his hair when he got home or all day). I spent some time upstairs lying down later in the afternoon then got up got dressed, thinking we were going to go get something for dinner but by the time I got down stairs Ben already had dinner mostly finished. So we ate then I went up to the exchange for a little while, looking for one of those post partum wrap things but no luck. So I grabbed razors for Ben and Benedryl for Mia and Chocolate for momma, then a Fruitisia thing from Taco Bell and came home.

While putting the boys down for bed, Nathian asked (though he has been told quite a few times) where Gilbert was. That was an extremely hard conversation. I told him that Gilbert was in heaven with Jesus and the angels; He didn't really like that answer- He told me that he wanted Gilbert to be with us. I told him that I wanted him to be here too and that I didn't really understand why he had to be in heaven but that Jesus would love him and take care of him so much better than we could. I told him that we would see Gilbert again when we died and went to heaven. He looked at me and said that he didn't want to die, and I told him that he wouldn't die till he was really old and then he said, " I don't want to get old, I want to be a pilot when I grow up" Of course I told him that he could still be a pilot. I told him that I was sad and it was okay for him to be sad, and that we needed to help each other out. He seemed to be okay once I said goodnight and went to sleep rather quickly. I know that we will be talking about this for a while but I don't think it's going to get any easier.

So that was the last 7 days in a nut shell (a coconut that is).

Saturday August 1st- A whole week since we were told that our little boy was gone. I didn’t really want to be out and about but I knew that I needed to do something else besides thinking about Gilbert. We went out to town for lunch and to find water wings for the kids- and if you’re wondering NO ONE has basic water wings this late in the summer. We then went over to a friends’ house for a birthday party for their son who was in Lincoln’s preschool class. It was good to be out and talk to people and not center all my thoughts on Gilbert.

Sunday August 2nd- I didn’t want to but I decided that I needed to go to church. Someone was already coving me in the nursery so I knew that all I really needed to do was go sit and leave if I really wanted to when it was all over. I felt so loved while there. I was really glad that I went instead of staying home feeling sorry for myself. We went to lunch then went to Target –yes again- but they didn’t have what I needed so we drove across the street to Wal-Mart and this time I went in by myself so I could get in and out faster. I got what I needed and got out of there. We came home and the kids played and ran around with Charlie till bed time.

And now it’s Monday August 3rd- and I am doing good. Ben is back at work and we are back to our normal routine. I still want my little prince back inside me kicking and rolling around but I have a great peace-supernatural actually- because I know that my little prince is now resting in the arms of the King. I am sure that if I had given birth to a healthy baby boy and had nursed him and changed his diapers and watched him grow and then he suddenly died, I would have a much harder time dealing with it. But as it is I know that God is going to work this pain for my good and for His glory. Now I still don’t understand the Why’s and the How’s, all I know is that God is God and He is the one that I trust. Some people have told me that I am strong, but really I am so very weak, and I have doubts and fears and I hide away, but that is just what God needs. He can only be strong when I’m weak and He is faithful even when I am full of the doubts and fears of tomorrow. I when I have to hide away He is there to shelter me in the shadow of His mighty wing. So when you see me standing on my two feet, look closer and you will see the hand of God holding me upright. I would not be here, except for Grace.

And a little extra: While having a discussion on FB with my cousins and Aunt we were discussing my mother's maiden name Elliott. My cousin told me that I was an Elliott and even though he didn't know what that meant, I would get through this. I wrote back and told him that being part Elliott meant that half of me was too stubborn to let anything stand in my way. My Aunt wrote in and told me that it meant that I would "Survive". Well all that talk sent me looking up the name Elliott and you would not believe what I found (well you would if you've looked it up or if you read my FB status). It means "My God is the Lord". Seriously how cool is that? I truly think that I have a middle name for the next son that God brings us. Jasper Elliott- Treasure whose’ God is the Lord.

HOW?

2009-07-24T17:45:00.000-07:00

I don't even know where to begin or what to say. My heart has never hurt this much. How is it possible to miss someone you never got a chance to meet while they're still nessled warm inside you? I just heard his heart on Tuesday and felt him move inside me, how can he be gone? How do you heal from this kind of loss? How do I talk to the kids about it without breaking down completely? How do they heal? How do you move on and go about the everyday when your little boy is still inside your womb. How do I not blame myself? The nurse who did the ultra sound told me that it looked like something happened with the placenta. But how do I not think that it was the Motrin I took for the migraines, or the benadryl that I had every night. How do I not wonder if thing would have turned out different had I just went ahead with all the prenatal test at the beginning? How do I not think that maybe because I so much wanted a girl that I somehow unconsciously spoke death over my little boy? How do I not ask WHY everytime I see another pregnant woman? I don't know any of the answers, not even one, But I am thankful that I know the ONE who knows all the answers to all my questions. It soothes my doubts and calms my fears, And it dries all, all my tears. The blood that gives me strength from day to day, It will never lose its power. As hard as it is to believe right now that God will work this out for His glory I have to. If I don't hold on to His faithfulness I know that it would be easy to fall into the trap that Satan is trying to set for me. I really just feel like crawling in bed and not coming out ever again but that is exactly what I can't do. I will take a few days to be alone with my family and some time by myself but I know that I have to get back in the world and show Satan that he will not get the upper hand. God will prevail!!! Jesus conquered death, hell and the grave. I will see my baby boy again someday, but for now he rest in the arms of my savior, who loves him more than I could ever love him. I'm now going to sit and eat pizza with my husband and my three amazing children. Give your babies another kiss tonight and always remember that we are not promised tomorrow only that Jesus would be with us always. Good night

Baby Stuff and Randomness

2009-06-22T13:56:00.000-07:00

Well it's been a few weeks and while I'm still nauseous 75% of the time with headaches plaguing 50% of that time I thought I'd take some time to post. DH has been gone for over 2 weeks now but is due back no later than this Friday. The boys are really missing him and can't understand that he will be home in just a few days. You'd think I was telling them that he's not going to be home for a year the way the react. The last 2 weeks have been very trying. The house is a disaster. No, literally a disaster- there is stuff everywhere, I have been so sick that I haven't been able to get things done and when I do feel good I'm doing the bare minimum, like dishes and some laundry so we have clean clothes, but not picking up toys or coloring books and crayons or balls of yarn that the kids have decided to throw at each other. Last week I did clean most of the kitchen- everything but the island, that thing is going to need a miracle- I even got down on my hands and knees, okay so I sat on my bum most of the time but that's not the point, and I scrubbed to floor clean. I bought 2 different mop heads cause I couldn't remember what I needed for our mop but neither of them fit and the floor had to be cleaned. It was so beautiful for about 3 days then one day the boys went outside dug in the dirt for about an hour then came inside wearing half the yard in their shorts and then the dog- well need I say more? I wasn't going to be doing any projects this month with Ben gone but, after reading one of the blogs that I read faithfully I just had to start a project. She pointed me to this blog which does wonderful mission projects. So I started a blanket and will be starting a hat and maybe booties if I can get at least halfway done with the blanket by the weekend. I wish I was a faster knitter/crocheter cause I would love to make a million layette sets for this project. But Alas, I am not too quick with the stitch so one set will have to do. So on the baby front, I haven't had any more issues with bleeding so I'm very happy about that. I go in the 8th for my 16 wk appointment and hopefully we will be able to find out the sex. The other day as I was listening to the heartbeat I thought I might have heard 2 heartbeats. I listened again later that night and could get two different beats again but if there are 2 we will find out in just over a week I guess. I have had three ultra sounds so far and none of them showed another baby but they also didn't really do a lot of moving around to check for 2. The last one that I had showed another sac like structure but the doc didn't press in to see it closer (mostly because it was a vaginal US and I was bleeding and my cervix was really hurting with the probe pushing on it). I haven't gained any weight so far but I am huge. I've had to wear maternity pants since 6 weeks pg, it could be just because this is #4 or it could be that there are 2 babies in here. Which ever it is, 1 or 2, I think I'll be okay. Although an extra baby will make it extra hard to keep up with the house, but if it is 2 then the next few months will be spent getting this house to the bare minimum (not like it doesn't need to happen anyway but it will happen a lot sooner). We never got to have a yard sale and I'm thinking that we wont be having one anytime soon so when Ben gets home he's loading it all up and taking it to the Salvation Army. I really wanted to be able to use the money from the sale to help out with cloth diapering stuff but right now I think just getting the stuff out of the garage is more important. I'm getting so frustrated with all the stuff everywhere, I don't want the kids to grow up in clutter like I did. This is such a hard curse to break out of. My mom grew up in a mess, so we ended up living in a cluttered mess and now my sister and I tend to have a lot of clutter and have a hard time keeping things cleaned up. So this summer things are going to change. We are going to clear out the junk and not buy anything else till it's all gone, and then only what we really need. I'm hoping that we can get a new couch this fall when we get our bonus but I'm not holding my breath, I also want a new camera so that's going to take a large chunk of the money and we need some stuff for the baby (and if there's 2 well, that's another bed, extra diapers etc etc) Well that's all I have time to write about and I'm sorry if it's really boring stuff. I hope to have some better post soon but I can't promise anything as there are 3 kids running around here and a baby inside still making me sick and a crazy house that seems to get messed up without anyone in it. I'll do what I can when I can I promise you that much. Thank you to anyone that actually reads my blog, not sure just how many people read it or would want to but I'm going to keep posting just in case there is someone that reads it and someday I actually say something profound and a life is changed. God Bless you all Jenn

Just a quick pic

2009-05-27T17:52:00.001-07:00

I made a dress for Mia on Saturday night out of a pillowcase that I got from Ben's dad while home this past February. My friend Lauren inspired me to get going on it when she made this dress for her daughter.

So without many more words here it is.... This was super easy other than working with the elastic. I used Lauren's suggestion of incasing the elastic for the waist band before sewing it into the dress. It really helped and I'm sure it made it a lot more comfortable for her to wear. I plan on making a headband out of the rest of the fabric. So that's it.

Trying to take pictures

2009-05-23T11:11:00.000-07:00

The following was typed last Friday May 22nd. I was trying to get a couple of pictures taken but didn't get it done till today. I know that it is wordy, I haven't been able to really grasped the ability to be concise. Thank you for bearing with me as I learn to write more fluently.

This past week has been really a rough one. On Sunday night (17th)I started bleeding. I was no doubt terrified. I called the doc Monday morning and I went in to see them but the person scheduling the appointment messed up and scheduled it with the nurse as a first appointment instead of with the doc or the NP. (and if you know anything about military hospitals they basically suck when it comes to fitting an emergency walk-in in at the clinic) So they sent me down to the urgent care clinic where I waited for almost an hour in a makeshift dental/optometry room. When the doctor finally walked in he looked at me with a smile on his face and said "how are you doing today?" so of course my response was, " What?! How could you ask me that? have you not looked at my chart?" He said, "Well maybe I should leave and come back and we can be nice." I about lost it on him! I mean really, how could someone walk into the room of woman who is terrified that her baby is gone and ask with a smile how they are doing? And then get mad when she get upset and starts crying?! When they finally moved me to a real room the nurse came in and told me that OB clinic wanted the doc there at the UC clinic to do a pelvic, I of course told her that I did not want to see that man again and wanted to wait for the OB. So she told the doctor and he came in anyway. He started talking and then looked to his left and saw Ben and the kids sitting there and said, with complete shock on his face and in his voice, "Oh, you're here" -Yeah my husband came with me to the doctor. He told me that it was fine that I waited for OB but that they needed to start the lab work. He walked over to me to check my heart and lungs and when he finished, he asked why my heart was tacky. I don't know why would my heart be running on the fast side? What in the world could have made it do that- Maybe because YOU were in the room with me- Of course I did not say that to him as I didn't want to tick him off anymore. The tech came in and drew blood then I had to pee in a cup and all that jazz, then they sent me back down to OB- 2hours after I was scheduled to see someone and after my pulse rate started climbing. Ben left to go pick up Nathian from school and then the nurse called me back. My pulse had slowed down a bit but was still above 100. She took me to my room I got ready for the doc, he came in and ran the pelvic, and told me that there was no more active bleeding and that he didn't feel anything unusual. He did an internal US and he turned the screen toward me and there she was, my perfect little peanut with a beautiful flicker in the center of her chest. I couldn't help but cry. Heart rate of 160, absolutely perfect. Well with all the stress of that morning I didn't eat much, then after it was over, I couldn't eat I was too excited. By dinner I could only choke down a bite of food. I woke up so nauseous Tuesday morning, throwing up 4 times before noon. Every time I put a bite or a drink in my mouth it came back out along with anything else that was in my stomach. I called the nurse and asked her just how long she thought I should wait before coming in (when this happened while I was pregnant with Lincoln I waited 2 or 3 days before letting Ben take me in) and she told me that if I couldn't keep down a plan baked potato to get in and get an IV and some meds. And that is what I did. After calling Ben home to take Nathian to his speech eval at 1, and throwing up again at 2, I ate the potato around 4 and thought that I was feeling fine, but I thought wrong. About 20 minutes after it went down it came back, by 445 I was at the Urgent care again, and wouldn't you know it, they were so busy. They got me back and weighed me in- I had already lost 3 lbs since Monday. It took about 40 minutes to get the IV but I wasn't really feeling sick during that time. I didn't mind the wait because there were 3 little ones in there that needed to have IV's also and they needed them more and sooner then me. They filled me up with the fluid then gave me the meds in the IV line then once again I had to peeinacup, then about 30 minutes later they sent me home. I went straight to McD's for some fries and a cheese burger. I have been feeling pretty good ever since, unless I get hungry. I hope that wasn't too much information for you and if you're still with me I promise the rest of the post will be about some of the projects I've been working on.

Okay so I know I said that I would post over a week ago but I haven't been able to get pics done for the post so I've been putting it off. But now I'm going to post even if I don't get the pics up right now.

I decided that with the new baby we are going to try our hands at cloth diapers. When Nathian was born we did use cloth at the very begining but he was throwing up so much (he had pyloric stenosis) that I used the diapers to catch all that mess and bought disposables for the bum. Now that I've had 3 kids and used disposables with each of them I decided that I didn't want to keep up that trend. I want to do something better not only for my kids body, but also for the earth that we call home. So with that said I've been working on knitting wool soakers for her. I have two finished so far. (now I'm almost finished with one that MckMama would be so proud of.)They really worked up fast, the hardest part for me is knitting the first row using the circular needles. I decided to try to first put them on double points then take them off with the circle the first needle change. The newborn size is just so small until the ribbing starts taking shape to have on the circulars without stretching it too much.

I'm also starting to make some diapers themselves. I haven't decided which ones I really want to use as there are so many out there but I figure that I can make a few contoured ones and a few pocket ones, and buy one pack of flat folds, then I can decide within the first week which ones I really like. I think that I will like the contoured one best but I want to try others to make sure that is what I really want to use. I'm going to also sew some covers with some wool sweaters that I bought at GoodWill. I'm going to hit the Salvation Army when they have their half price day and try and find a few more wool items and flannel sheets/blankets. I would love to find some wool flannel at a thrift shop but so far no luck. I'll wait till I get a 50%off coupon from JoAnn's and some extra money (October) and go buy a bolt.

What else have I been up to?...... Well I finished a purse for my best friend. I am working on a wallet to go with it but me and zippers don't get along that well so I've been procrastinating for the last week. So while I was procrastinating I started on a new purse for me. The one that I made a while back has been used and abused and I just need one that is a bit taller with more pockets and in a much more wearable color. I'm going to try and put together a tutorial when I start to work it (it's been cut but it's all just stacked together at this point).

I started a new dress for myself. I bought a dress at Target last summer that fits really well, but it hits just above the knee and even though it will fit throughout the HOT season here I think as the belly gets bigger the front will start to rise too much. So I started making a long one. It has a peasant look to it with an elastic shirred empire waistband. As I get it to a photogenic point I'll post a few pics.

Thank you for reading and I hope I didn't bore you too much. I will post pics very very soon. This time I really mean it.

Has it been too Long?

2009-05-08T16:12:00.000-07:00

It has been a long time since I have posted anything. Not that things haven't been happening and I haven't been doing things but I just haven't been feeling up to posting. I've been reading so many other blogs and spending so much time on Facebook that I just haven't wanted to post and quite frankly didn't think there was much that anyone would want to read.

I so often feel like I'm a nobody doing nothing worthwhile. And even though I still kind of feel that way I figure that maybe someone will read my blog and be inspired, who knows?. But even if no one ever reads it I will have a jornaling of a that I have done and thought and wanted to do.

So for what has been going since my last post last November. . . .

Well, I made a king size quilt for our

neighbors who moved in December.

I fought with the mortgage company for almost a month because they dropped the ball on our short sale and the buyer had to finally walk and so we didn't sell the house.

Had a very small Christmas for the kids since Ben was still gone. I found a surrogate company on New Years day that I started communicating with, and in turn got connected with a woman who was wanting a surrogate to carry a child for her. Ben finally came home in the middle of January. We went home in February and also met the Intended mom in Indiana. We also spent the morning with our old neighbors who moved in December and delivered the quilt. We had family pictures taken while in Illinois and then while in Tennessee we lost our prints somewhere. In March we started on the fast track towards surrogacy. I regestared for a Doula class at the end of March here in Fresno and scheduled my first appointment with the Fertility doctor. Went to the Doctor on the 27th and had my IUD removed. Went to my doula training that night and all weekend. Met some amazing girls at the training. Our instructors were Christian women who have been in the birth world for 30+ years. Also all the girls at the training were Christians, and not just the "sure I'm a christian" kind of christians but real honest to goodness sold out God fearing believers. That basically leads us to around today.

So more about the surrogacy. Well after the appointment on the 27th I started getting this really weird feeling about it all. So I talked to Ben about it and he had not had a settled feeling about the whole thing for a while but didn't know how to tell me because he knew how much I want to be a surrogate. Well then I decided to talk to the ladies at the training on Saturday about it all and asked them to pray with me. They did and we all talked and our trainers gave me their wisdom on the subject. So when I got home on Suday night I emailed the surrogate agent and told her that we really needed some time to pray and talk about it. The next day I got an email from the mom and so I had to email the agent again because she was suppose to talk to her for me. Then the next day I got an email from the agent asking me what I wanted to do about the contracts and stuff. I didn't respond right away and so she emailed me again and the tone of the email sounded really pushy. I told her that she needed to put the contracts on hold and that we wanted to be left alone for a few days to pray and seek God's heart on this. A couple of days later I found out that the IM (intended mom) removed me from her friends list on Myspace and her status report seemed to imply that I had hurt her in someway and that she was ready to walk away. So with that and our strong feelings that this was not the right person for us to surrogate for I emailed them and told them that we couldn't continue on. (A big part of the uneasiness was that I would be using my eggs and she is 45 and single and did not have any intentions of getting married- and I did not feel like I could in all good conscience give away my child- also they were really not listening to me when I kept telling them that if I didn't get pregnant by the middle of April then I couldn't not get pregnant till September or later because of Ben's deployment schedule) So by April 5th we had completely put the surrogacy thing behind us and moved on. Well about 10 days later I starting thinking that something was up with my cycle because I had been using ovulation test to avoid getting pregnant but I didn't get a positive one till day 21 of my cycle which was very unusual. Not only that but I got a positive one 3 days in a row- again strange because you only have one hormone surge no more than 36 hours before you ovulate- however the hormone that releases the egg is almost identical to the hormone released when an egg is fertilized and an ovulation test will pick it up too. Well, so, on the 15th (day 22) I took a preg test but it basically came back neg- basically because there was no line until after the 10 minute window and even then the line was very very faint. So I waited, I even ordered more ovulation test on Thursday. I received my test on Saturday along with 5 pregnancy test. Sunday morning I bit the bullet (after taking an ovulation test everyday all with very positive results) and although still faint it was definantly positive. I had no clue how I was going to tell Ben, he did not want any more kids. On Tuesday I took Lincoln to his 4 yr physical and since we were at the hospital I went to the OB clinic and they put an order for me take a blood test. I walked over gave them a vial then took Lincoln back to the peds clinic. He had a great physical and then we walked back down to the OB clinic and got the results of the test. And yes I was indeed prego again. That night while laying in bed I just blurted out "I'm Pregnant". Ben was in stunned silence for about 5 minutes. We talked about it for a little while and then finally we said goodnight with out really making anything positive happen. We didn't really talk about it again for a few days then finally he asked me what we were going to name her. SO it is starting to sink in and he's coming to terms with it all.

Now I know that this hasn't been a very inspirational post and it probably didn't send anyone out to buy fabric and start creating something great but at least now I am up to date and I can just start posting all the stuff that I'm doing.

So till tomorrow (or maybe Sunday night since I will be very busy tomorrow with a birthday party and dinner with Ben's new boss I will be pretty ready for bed by the time we walk in the door) But I have been working on a lot of stuff that I can't wait to share.

Have a great night everyone and to all the moms that may read this have a very wonderful Mother's day. God Bless.

Lender nor Borrower Be

2008-10-27T10:22:00.000-07:00

Okay, I need to vent a little bit. Well as some of you know we have a home in Florida that we have been trying to sell since Millie was 2 1/2 days old. Well with the market the way it is we had two choses - forclose or Short sale. of course we opted for the less damaging option of a short sale. We got a buyer in June and were to close on July 26th. Here is were the trouble started...Our approval for the short sale expired just before the closing was scheduled and even though the lender knew that there was a closing scheduled they closed the short sale file anyway. So we had to send in updated income and living details also military status and orders. Well for three months now our loss midigations guy with our real estate agency and I have been calling daily and weekly (I can only talk to these people so much before I decide to drive to LA and make them listen to me so I only call once a week) to figure out the status of the approval. Well even though NOTHING has changed in the paper work they decided that since we had signed over signing authority to someone in Florida - someone who can only sign the closing papers on our behalf so that papers don't have to be shipped to us (and since Ben is over seas) and we don't have to find a notary and pay another notary (and they make up to $300 for a closing-I am a notary) that they can't approve the short sale. Well the truth is they don't have a copy of the actual paper that states exactly what this guy is allowed to do because it is a private doc. They only have the info that tells them that this guy will be signing all closing documents on our behalf. The lending people have been so tight lipped over this, because every time we would call they would tell us that it was waiting for a signature from management or that it was in review. Well a week ago Friday I called in the morning to find out what was going on and I was told that the negociator was reviewing everything because she was newly assigned to it and she needed to make sure that everything was in line because her name was on it. The rep that I spoke to sent her an email asking her to call me - She didn't. SO I called that afternoon and spoke to someone else and she told me the same thing and said that she was going to send her another email I asked her to send another one too tell her that this needed to be expidited because we have buyers who are about to walk because they have been waiting for such a long time. She said that she sent her another one (but who knows) - once again I never heard back. Now today I called and I was sent to the late stage foreclosure department. I was told that the short sale was denied because of the signing agents papers. they think that he somehow has authority over the selling of our home. Now you can see how all of this can be very frustrating. It wasn't like we weren't trying to help them get this thing done, we've been calling they just REFUSSED to talk to us. All of this could have been dealt with back in August and our house in Florida would no longer be ours but someone elses. I would have about a billion pounds of stress lifted off my shoulders and I think that I would have been able to handle the stress of careing for my MSC (many small children -thanks MckMama) much better had I not had this cloud over us. So now we are once again waiting for them to tell us what we have to do to get this thing back so that we can close on this house and get out from under it. I will be calling them this afternoon to find out if the supervisor has found out anything. They do have to pull it out of forecloser because of or military status and Ben being deployed right now so at least we know that we don't to worry about that. The biggest problem with all of this that Ben's credit has taken a huge hit and the longer we have to wait the worse it will get. So if I may ask all of you who read my blog (and thank you for reading by the way) to pray pray pray. Pray for favor with this Supervisor that she would see the urgency of the situation. And for speed of finalization of the approval so we can close quickly. Thank you all for taking the time to join your faith with ours (and by the way my faith has been very weak lately because of a lot of junk happening) Jenn

UPDATED I think my mind is almost gone

2008-09-29T08:49:00.000-07:00

So it seems like everyone is having babies around me and I'm am behind the curve with getting all the gifts done. I made one diaper bag but i will probably be using it myself because it's not very practical as a first diaper bag, and I didn't put anything to make it stiff so it really wont hold too much in the places you want it. (I think it will hold my yarn and needles well though.)

I just finished another one but forgot to take a pic of the finished product before taking to church today to give it to Emily. I do however have pics of the fabric which is absolutely beautiful water silk (I have no real clue what that means in fabric terms but I do know that it is washable) brocade, that I got from WalMart for $1 a yard. I Bought the whole bolt and two other bolts of two different prints one is a brocade the other is a stamped silk. I am making one more diaper bag for another mommy (who just had her baby on Tuesday).

This is the main body of the bag before it was all finished. I'll take pics of the next one for sure.

I have also been working on crocheting boxes from grocery bags. Our church is having a fund raiser for a mission trip to Africa next summer. It is a "Green" sale, everything is handmade using recycled material. The first sale is this weekend. We are looking at trying for another come December and maybe another in the spring.

I also have three pumpkins so far,

and cotton (although only one of the balls have have actually popped open to reveal its soft white fibers.

There are also a bunch of carrots that I will be picking after our first frost ( thanks Amy for the info on the carrots being better after a frost) I am really excited to harvest my sweet potatoes. If the amount of vining is any indication of whats going on under the dirt then there is a plethora of spuds in there I've already had to cut them back 3 times because they were over taking the pumpkins.

In other news. We are half way done with deployment. The past 3 months have gone by pretty fast, but the last 3 will take longer. Like the road trip across 4 states- the last hour always takes the longest. I am ready for him to be home so that I can get some real sleep. I am so tired, I don't remember the last time I was this tired. I don't even think that I was this tired after each birth.

So since I am so tired I am going to head off to bed. I will update this tomorrow with pics of everything.

**Update** I forgot to add that we have a new addition to our family. His name is Charelston Chew. We don't know exactly what he is but his mom was some sort of shepard.

Good Night

A Fantastic Blog

2008-09-06T08:00:00.000-07:00

my friend Lauren turned me to this blog and it is great. If you have every wondered why bad things happen and how a good loving God could let it happen then you have to read this blog. When you go to the page click on the link at the left to start at the begining. And don't forget the kleenex. It took me just over one evening to read the whole thing. I hope it touches you like it has touched me and so many others. God Bless you all

7 secrets of homebirth

2008-06-26T14:26:00.000-07:00

7 secrets of homebirth from a dad’s perspective

1. In a home birth you are no longer relegated to the bench. Before the birth itself there is more to think about in a planning and logistics sort of way, ranging from buying equipment to manly jobs like making sure the birth pool hose actually attaches to your taps. On game day you are not just a big hairy thing whose only use is to be squeezed viciously or swore at. You are in charge of the birth pool, maybe even catching the baby (I'm doing that next time). And, aside from the mother, who will be a little preoccupied, you are the only person in the building who knows where all the towels are. If you have ever read The Hitchhikers Guide, you'll know how vital that is.

2. You'll lose less hair and gain less wrinkles.

Having a baby is always frightening on some level, if you're not scared out your wits you must be medicated or dead inside. With a homebirth though there are less things that stress you out and feed the ugly fear monster within. Think of it: No traffic. No worry of getting lost. No worry of the car not starting. No worry that you've forgotten something. No pacing corridors. No worry about what's happening. No corridors to pace. No smug doctors. You'll still be worried, but it won't consume you. Besides – in a home birth, you have too many jobs to do to have time to let your fear monster run free.

3. Home is where the heart is.

Not to mention Cd's, DVDs, the PlayStation... All your comforts. Your music, your TV, your favourite mug, your fridge, your magazines, your books even your beer I guess. You'll be more relaxed, the mum will be more relaxed and the baby will be more relaxed too when he/she pops out. I'll be honest, despite the stimulus of worry and excitement, births are pretty boring. Maybe I have a short attention span, but it's not, you know, entertainment. And we all know they can go on a bit. With a home birth you will be a thousand times less bored as you can take a break and read a magazine or flip on the idiot box for a bit. Hell, it's probably less boring for the midwifes too.

4. Say goodbye to the little things that kill Me?

I hate hospitals for a million and one small and big reasons. Looking back now I can't believe I didn't jump for joy when Bel mentioned having a home birth simply because I wouldn't have to go to one. My main problem with hospitals is this - the idea of being surrounded by sick people sounds like a bad strategy if you want to stay healthy. Plus there are hundred small things: it smells bad, the foods nasty, it's demeaning to find you way by following coloured lines on the floor and most importantly, when your newborn arrives he/she won't be woken up by someone else's screaming child. Hospitals suck, home rules!

5. You don't have to live the delivery room cliché of the hapless and scorned father.

You know the one - where the woman in labor hates her husband and screams blue murder into his face, punches him etc. Either that or she is so medicated and spaced out she doesn't even know what a father islet alone who you are. With a home birth her labor is undisturbed. She does not have to be picked up halfway through and rushed to the hospital. I cannot state enough how much a difference this makes.

6. You are He-man of the home, you have the power!

That's right. It's not the power of gray skull though, it's the power of being the master of your environment. It's a subtle difference, but one you will notice. Your home is your place. You pay for it. The-midwives and guests are the fish out of water. If they want something, they ask you. There's a funny thing about evolution, it has created the subconscious trait that whoever gives out the food is the dominant player in any situation. That's why in a home birth you will find it feels a lot more natural to ask more questions about what's going on, to make sure that the birth plan is stuck to and to generally be more involved and have more say over the whole thing.

7. You won't have your surprised, fragile heart ripped out.

If you only remember one of these secrets, make sure it's this one. At the end of a home birth, the midwifes leave. Not you. This is the way it should be. In a hospital, you will be torn away from you newborn child and your exhausted wife at the very peak of your emotional vulnerability. Let me paint the picture for you real quick: two weeks before my eldest daughter was born my Dad had died, we were not financially safe and I didn't have a job. In short, it was tough. But being the alpha male I am, I wasn't showing it and being the rock solid guy I like to think I am. But the instant I saw my new daughters face I discovered a vein of happiness and a depth of feeling that washed away my ego and my fears and even helped me come to terms with my Dad's recent death and made me, a mainly scientific sort of thinker, to almost see a thread of symmetry within life.

Written by: Ven Batista

How does your Garden Grow?

2008-06-19T09:56:00.000-07:00

Good morning all! I just wanted to post a few pics of my Garden. I am so excited about it. We have peas, greenbeans, corn, squash, pumpkins, carrots, sweet potatoes, Sunflowers, and cotton (don't ask about the cotton, I just thought it would be cool to try and grow some). I have been at this garden since late february when I started everything from seed inside our laundry room. Nathian has been fairly inamered by it, everyday he wants to see his flowers growing. Well today he finally gets to see a true flower. The funny thing about it is I was just talking to my mom yesterday about out gardens and they planted pumpkins too. I asked her if they had any flowers on theirs and she said no. I told her that the buds had popped out on ours but there was no sign of when they would open, then just an hour ago I walked out to water and there in the middle of the pumpkin patch was a beautiful golden flower. YAHHH!!

Here are a few pics of the other wonders that are going on in our Garden.

Sweet potatoes

in a tire.

Carrots in one too

Cotton in another

Green Beens growing on Corn stalks

And of course

the Corn

And Mia is learning to Whistle

(She's getting ready for next years America's Got Talent)

Trying to finish my midwifery study orientation

2008-06-11T10:40:00.000-07:00

I have been working for the last 5 days trying to finish up my orientation work so that I can actually start focusing on my studies. I am very close to being finished but the part that I am doing not is very tough. I have to buy two books to finish up one of the assignments but the problem is I have to spend $220 for the books. Now in the long run $220 is not a lot of money, especially when these books are going to be what helps me to be the best midwife I can be. I have been putting off finishing the orientation process because I just hate doing the prep work for anything, I would rather just get in there and do it. YET, I know that I have to do it all from start to finish. ( I wouldn't want to go to a doctor that just JUMPED IN and started practicing) SO all in all it is just a slow and pain staking process but soon (by the end of the month) I will officially be studing to be a midwife (not that I haven't been studing for the past few years, but now I will be getting credit for it). On another note, I am struggling with my boys. Nathian is getting into everything and back talking all the time. He just wont listen to me at all, everything I tell him is wrong. I am so frustrated with him right now and I don't know what to do. Yesterday when we were at the neurologist the doc gave us another medicine for him to take along with the Adderall and a smaller does of Adderall for him to take in the afternoon. The Clonidine is a bloodpressure medicine that they have found helps ADHD children control their implusive behavoir (like being destructive yelling being violent) The only problem that I am seeing so far is that it also makes him sleepy (which sometimes makes him more crancky). I have to find the right time to give him the meds because giving him both in the AM is not going to work. This is going to be hard but I am thankful that Ben will be off for about two weeks so we can play around with the dosage times. Lincoln, I don't know how to explain Lincoln. He is starting to yell a lot. he will not talk properly. He refusses to use his tongue and all the sounds that he makes are vowel sounds and when you can't understand him he then starts to yell and get upset and of course it makes me upset and so it just keeps going back and forth. He also cries at the drop of a hat, he has no problem inflicting pain on anyone else but if he steps on something or if Nathian hits him or even runs into him, he will scream and cry and act as if you have torn his arm off. Somedays he asks as if he doesn't hear you. We do have a referal in for him to have an audioligy exam but that could be weeks from now and I am so frustrated I don't know what to do. Mia is starting to fuss and scream a lot now too but I don't know if she is just reacting to all of her teeth coming in at once and an ear infection or if she is starting her twos early(by about 9 months) I have been working with her since she was born on sign language so that she doesn't have to yell at me to get something but lately it is like she has never seen a sign in her little life. The boys are yelling all the time so she thinks that that is the only way that she will get the attention that she wants. i am at a loss for what to do. Okay enough venting I guess. They are saying now that they are ready for a nap so that is a good sign, hopefully they will sleep for a while and I can get some work done. Thanks for listening.

stayed home sick

2008-05-25T12:00:00.000-07:00

Well not really sick but my nose is runny and my throat hurts and I've been coughing but it's really all just allergies. Life in Cali's central valley is quite challenging, last week it was extremely hot (triple digit temps) then this week we have had high temps and winds stirring up the dust and then just as soon as the wind stopped the temps decided to take a dive and the rain started. Now don't get me wrong I love the rain and we have been in great need of it (especially those areas dealing with the fires) but it is very rough on a persons allergies when the weather keeps changing. Not to mention the fact that all of this is happening at the same time that my body is building up it's immunity to our new kitten. So with all that said, I stayed home from church today. The first time since March of 2005 when I went to hospital on Sunday afternoon to have our second child. I wasn't going to stay home because I do have some control issues and I keep thinking that if I'm not there then the Nursery is going to fall apart but Ben convinced me that it would be better for me to stay home and rest so that I don't get really sick cause then I would not be good for anyone. So as I'm here alone I am working on trying to fix my serger (hoping that I don't have to buy new loopers for it.) and also trying to finish up our duvet cover. I also have to get dressed so that we can go pick up my new treadmill. It's not really new but it is for me. I can't wait to start running. I have always wanted to run but I have asthma and so running outside is not really a good idea but now I can run while the kids are taking a nap and then hopefully by the time Ben gets back from his deployment next February I will be in great shape with an even healthier heart. (not to mention rid of the baby fat still left around my middle) I have to get ready to meet the family for Sunday lunch, I just hope my nose is up for it.

brand new baby kitty

2008-05-20T08:54:00.000-07:00

Her name is ButterCup. It was originally Scarlet (that is what the lady that had her called her) but Nathian wanted it to be Sweetart. I told Ben that we had to start thinking of names for our puppy (who hasn't been born yet- hopefully this week) and it needed to stay in the candy family. I thought that Kit Kat would be really cute for the dog. Ben was then looking at the kitty and noticed how much her coloring looked like chocolate and peanut butter so she is ButterCup now. It is hard having a new kitten, I forgot what it was like. I don't think it was as hard with Sam (our first cat) because I didn't have any kids chasing him around and I could focus on him and getting him to use the litter box. She has finally used her box but it was just once and she hasn't went at all today (at least not that I can see). having a kitten has also but all my project on hold. I have all the pieces cut for a new duvet cover but I have not been able to put it all together because I can't lay it out on my floor without little paws walking all over it. Not to mention my serger is not working properly, I think I broke it. Which is not fun for me because I love my serger. Everything is easier to make with a serger. Well that is all for now. I will post some picks of ButterCup in a couple of days when I take some pictures of her. And hopefully I will get the duvet finished soon too.

Made a some clothes for Mia

2008-05-15T07:42:00.000-07:00

So I made a beautiful dress for Mia for Easter. She was so cute. It's a reversable wrap. I used a tutorial from another creative mind http://whatdidshedotoday.wordpress.com/category/tutorials/. Thank you Amy.

It was so much fun to make and a lot easier than it looks. I didn't enjoy making my bias tape but I found a new tool (at least new to me) at Joann's, it acually folds your bias tape for you. You still have to sew and cut out your material but then you slip your material into the tool and you pull it through and start to iron it. I haven't used it yet but I am actualy looking forward to it .

I also made another dress for Mia using the same concept as the wrap but it is more of a jumper. It ties on the shoulder. I also tried to make reversable bloomers but it was very hard to put the elastic in around the legs so I opted for just surging around the leg holes with a simi rolled edge so they look more like shorts which is fine, I just have to tie the shoulders tighter so it looks more like a short outfit.

I used $1 fabric from Walmart to make the short outfit and a brocade for her easter dress. I do not recommend the brocade if you are a novice, it frays really easy, I would have given up before I began if I didn't have my serger. The fabric from walmart worked really well I actually loved how it was thin and you can see what looks like a watermark background print (I took a picture I hope you can what I'm talking about.)

First Blogger blog

2008-04-03T10:02:00.000-07:00

Okay so this is my first time blogging with Blogger, I have only used Myspace to keep up with all my friends and family across the country. This is very new to me and I am not a consistance blogger. I am a very busy mother of three and they really keep me going. I have been working this week on about a million projects and have only finished one. I finished up all my paperwork and got it all faxed off to be a surrogate mother. I am very excited about helping another couple become parents. I have to finish up a baby sling to send to me baby sister in Illinois, I also have to work on a baby wrap for her but that one might have to wait till next week. I am also working on a couple of dresses for my baby girl. Along with that I am studing midwifery, dealing with some legal stuff all while dealing with teething crankiness and a three year old and 5 year old all day long. I'm not complaining by any means I love my job but there are days when it is a bit crazy and I wish that I could get a break. I know that one day real soon they will all be gone doing their own thing so I need to enjoy every moment I get with them (at least most of them) I need to get off the computer now and get my kids ready to go out to lunch with daddy. I'm sure that everyone who reads this is going to think that I am the most boring person on the planet but really I'm not I'm a mom and my life will never be boring again.