tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177812322024-03-23T12:08:49.802-06:00The MitchellsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1143125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-83450277116509358392012-03-16T00:08:00.004-06:002012-03-16T00:15:30.292-06:00Getting settled in. FW, part 2.The first night was really rough. Luckily, we started the night off with visitors, but then we had to get down to business. <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4dzLyclwtnVjspWFRpkzSszMZtbrc0M5EdS1k3O30uIaBKfxJoBVpwOg0tNSFytPfZeSIYs8GcyEJCdaakXl50vqfoqrTQZ-HIrBYI_EH3E4oeOSCjoUOzNkT_HqW48vwFoG/s200/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720373333494248786" /><div><br /></div><div>Ella was off all seizure meds so she had a really hard time falling asleep…understatement. She didn't go to sleep the whole night. She ended up having a seizure at 7am, slept for about an hour and then had another one at 9am…and that was our night. We stayed up the whole night. We had both been awake 24 hours by the time Joe arrived at 10am to relieve me of my shift. I went home and slept, while my in-laws took the boys around Ft. Worth and my mom headed to us to help out.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Ella NOT falling asleep)</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1RkJcmLur9QwCcgkLDYMpFALYgdnUi8kv_M4R7-UqgGkCaX0UU2nY2hkGsvyvbGgdkuI3m198zLdKz4pCrFRSjLzlWYyFSTeprsHOvdW_xvYP0G5jEE9tFhNpgiwX5UQJG5C/s200/IMG_0498.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720374140335435106" /></div><div><br /></div><div>(mommy and Ella watching Downton Abbey around midnight)</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd7lbCR2sDZZmzR4MkLipYzd0w1wHUKxGi7Ra1p5URTPmBOnvOxjKq2MNuwLQykyxJTLRJbrJldef1yQgZzxjYps37O7hsXHpMJ7afX4-vVf7BHGv8f8y3JpRSrQ8quk0lQKa2/s200/IMG_0499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720374145930123602" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-76487123826641168622012-03-15T23:44:00.005-06:002012-03-16T00:08:21.756-06:00Getting set up. FW, part 1It's 12:44 AM and I'm sitting in a recliner in a hospital room. Seem's I've written a lot of posts from hospital rooms in the past 6 years. Yes, you read that correctly, six year ago I was pregnant with Ella.<img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBdb3hhrLTil1ENEnwpcAIZ2q3Jm1CY2dBAUb0V3yPXAQ6e-VCVXPxdUZ9dNNmHvgodY7awPxQc8V9vEzYOacYUUvJiCRrUlBaArxCIo8NRmVRwQm61oPjMvdkVG9MNRVFBli/s320/Andrea+making+a+face.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720367591192032882" /> It's amazing how muchhas changed since that time. I had no idea what we would go through with the baby, or that I'd be sitting here, again, watching her hooked up to machines. As it gets closer to her birthday, I'm reminded of how faithful God has been to us over the years. It might not look like He was faithful, I mean…we have a severely handicapped child, but OH the ways he has been faithful is almost to numerous to count…maybe I'll do that in my next post.<div><br /></div><div>For now, we sit in the hospital. I will say that it's kind of nice to have a change of scenery. We areat Cook Children's Hospital in Ft. Worth and I've loved the experience so far. The hospital and the staff have been wonderful. We have never spent much time in a 100% children's hospital…but it's pretty much amazing.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I sit in my recliner (which I now realize is broken and can't lay back, ugh) I stare at my mother asleep on the guest bed and my daughter asleep in her hospital bed…and I'm thankful for 3 generations of women in one room (Sara, you and Mak are not forgotten, just not here). My mother has the strength and cool-headedness that I so needed this weekend. I mean, she's stayedat the hospital for 14 hours already with me, and is staying the night. She is so helpful, and even her presence is just helpful. I look at Ella, 5-years-old and as I think of my, now, dreams for her…it makes me wonder what my mother dreamt for my life. Probably not for me to have to sit in hospital rooms with my daughter, waiting for her to have seizures, but she sure raised me to be strong enough to handle it.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, if you aren't on Facebook (or don't keep up through social media, or like to have things better explained) here are the details of what has gone on this week: (okay, there may not be manydetails, but there is some information)</div><div><br /></div><div>We had decided to go ahead with <a href="http://themitchells1016.blogspot.com/2012/01/seizures-and-new-doctor.html">Dr. #2's testing suggestions</a>. We arrived around 11:00 AM on Tuesday. The first person we ran into was our old speech therapist, Sara, whom we have loved and missed dearly since she came on staff at Cook, it was such a blessing to see a familiar face!! We got registered, got to our room, and went through a lot of history and information, then it was time to get down to business…the EEG. Mainly, it reads seizure activity in the brain, but if you want to Google it and research more, feel free.</div><div><br /></div><div>They glue little wires all over her head so that, hopefully, they can see where the seizure activity is originating from…we are still not sure of the answer.</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj0Syrt-SFjrxCS2szmKN2mV6-VNhzYd4wt4xL-3Qw9NLxmaFhzmCWS_k5xI0iAM1Zf-MPv3RgBRp0CYZhC0f1ema1RTLfeorCUVPLSv45BjcOQ3OsSgOnsJ9FHqjtcXCg0Mxz/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720372255891152450" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-22450399842039101752012-01-24T22:39:00.002-06:002012-01-24T22:59:31.786-06:00Doctor #3, please come forwardToday was our 2nd Second Opinion. So, our 3rd neurologist to "interview" in 5.5 years. We've had the same neurologist since birth, but wanted to venture out and see if there were some other brain-guys out there that had other opinions…or at least better communication skills. (Don't get me wrong, I actually really LIKE our original neurologist, but we just never felt like we knew exactly what was going on or why he was doing anything. It's actually really sad and hard for me to let go of any doctor that I like…that's a big deal in the world of constant medical care.) So, today was Children's Medical Center (the Plano office) to see what they had to say. I need to take a moment and say that this was the HARDEST office to get into. In fact, dear family friends worked their magic to get us expedited, and it still took (what seemed like) forever. So, we meet with the doctor and he had a totally different approach. (Joe is wonderful and has been taking off work to do all of this with me…pretty sure we are going to burn through all of his vacation the first half of this year just for medical appointments…still a lot to do in the next few months!) <img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnoZ8rCAepD-g5Gx2bQrMrx_ImmXaXOKV0VPKb4n8qoRQta1e1Ypy4385CAAPNMChYKyDHco4mD_lIcacpK1OdH7zfWjHMuxomXd84vGluSRs_50kDP494jmG_Pef-WyEidjW8/s320/Daddy+and+E+at+Dr.+Khan%2527s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701424905182757170" />As you can see I took all of my notes and reports and labs and more notes (these are just her neurological files…or things that relate to neuro, the girl needs an officeassistant! Luckily, we have JoBeth!) <img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxyXbNOEE5O4irBFoFa_W07Fjl3vD4s490iQX_pQyiYbTXo8H1ULeWGECgcCLsUA2CmOhKPIvvv5_LlBCQz9r6jf7zB4CbC3QFjZUKSqOzTBXR3ahBADh3pOj2DshlenQsJ8EA/s320/Documents+at+Dr.+Khan%2527s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701424904471318018" />Dr. K lets us tell him the whole history and then reads some reports and gives us his take. He's very well spoken and explains things well. With each doctor we are learning more and more as they each have a different style and way of explaining…actually very helpful. After a lot of discussion on what we've seen and done already, he suggests that we go the route of the <a href="http://www.epilepsy.com/epilepsy/treatment_Ketogenic_Diet">Ketogenic Diet</a>, which has been known to slow down or stop the advance of seizures. We've heard about the diet before, but never gone into as much detail as we did today. We will meet with a nutrionist at Children's who specializes in the diet for children, andwill answer all of our concerns and questions. We aren't even sure how it will work for Ella since she has an odd eating pattern and can't chew and consume her food like a typical person. Then we will have a very extensive blood test done (complete with metabolic testing) to make sure that her body is capable and safe to be put through ketosis. It's really hard on a lot of the body and is even started in the hospital for 3-4 days before you can go home on the regimen. Then there are once a week appointments, which then get further apart, but with daily monitoring and testing. This can go on for 2-3 years, or longer, if the treatment works. <div>So….that's one option. We still have the option from Cook Children's to do the testing and check to see if we are a candidate for <a href="https://www.cookchildrens.org/SiteCollectionDocuments/Neurosciences/Programs/SeizureSurgery.pdf">epilepsy surgery</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div>We have decided to check into both routes. We will begin the education and testing for the diet to see if it's something we can even do for her. Then in March (Spring Break), we will check into Cook Children's for a 4-day EEG and PET/MRI scans to see what exactly is going on with her brain when the seizures happen. We feel like doing both is our best way to collect all the information we need to make the best decision. If she qualifies for the diet then we will most likely go that direction first and then follow up with looking into surgery if the diet doesn't seem to be curbing the seizures. </div><div><br /></div><div>Currently we haven't had a full seizure since last Thursday, 5 days, and we'd like to go back to only expecting 1 every 4-6 weeks. Then we'll have some time to make some good, educated, decisions. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for all your prayers!!<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-13565295440171242722012-01-16T21:08:00.003-06:002012-01-16T22:18:40.955-06:00Seizures, and a new DoctorSo, I quit writing on the blog because it was exhausting. So much emotion to write out what I was already living every day. I'm not sure I can write it out anymore, but since we've enlarged the Seizure chapter of our lives, I think it's easiest to write it all here, rather than try to piece it together on Facebook or over phone calls. As you may know, Ella has had seizures since just before her 3rd birthday. We have been managing them with medications, but they have started to get out of control. In 2009 she had 3 seizures, that we attributed to infections and just thought that whenever she would get sick she would have them. In 2010 we realized that they could happen without a fever or infection…and her meds increased. In 2011 we started off with an additional med…and another spike in seizure activity. She was averaging once a month…until December. Between 12/12/11-1/11/12 (4 weeks) she had 6 seizures. We have had the same neurologist since NICU and have decide to go outside the Medical City offices to find an actual Epileptologist (specializes in epilepsy, instead of just neurology). We found an amazing doctor at Cook Children's Hospital…yeah, we have to pass Medical City and Children's Medical to GET to Cook's, but it was the first place we could get in and the doctor was so wonderful. Here are some of the points from the appointment today (these are going to be scattered and may not be in sequence…but here they are):<div><ul><li>her seizures will most likely be lifelong</li><li>he would like to switch us off of the 3 current medications (Trileptal, Keppra, and Vimpat) she takes and put her on only one (Clobazam/Ofni)</li><li>Ella may be a candidate for surgery (a brain surgery to remove the parts of her brain where the seizure originate)</li><li>the actual part of her brain where the seizures start is between the damaged/dead brain tissue and the healthy tissue…don't ask me what it's called because I can't repeat it…started with a "g"…I'll research it</li><li>He said her seizures are more than likely a result of the original brain damage caused by her meningitis at birth…it's amazing how much the illness at 12 hours old has effected every aspect of our lives.</li><li>We were pleased that he seemed surprised that the seizures took so long to surface after the NICU…we were given a gift that he dubbed a "honeymoon period" that we didn't even know was a gift of a seizure-free period of life. (find blessings in small things)</li><li>there is no plan to actually CURE her epilepsy, the plan is always to manage the seizures</li><li>Dr. Malik thinks that she might be having small seizures during the day that we aren't aware of…but testing will confirm this and it's not something we can deal with till we have the test results</li><li>The plan is to do a 3-5 day EEG (yeah, in FW…this is one of the most exhausting things for my brain right now), a <a href="http://www.webmd.com/epilepsy/pet-scan-epilepsy">PET-scan</a>, and some other scans…more as he sees needed. They will have her off all of her meds so a seizure will most likely happen, which we need to see exactly what her brain does. Out of the 5-10 EEGs she has had in the last 5.5 years, I think this one might actually tell us something! (I may need my own brain doctor after being in a hospital for that long with her hooked up to cords…but I can't worry about tomorrow)</li><li>There is also the option of some seizure diets, but we'll get there after the tests as well…if surgery doesn't look like the best option.</li><li>He believes that the meds are lessening the intensity of the seizures, but the concern is that they are ramping up in number and frequency.</li><li>I'm most excited about going from 3 meds to 1…they don't prevent the episodes, but decreasing the intensity would be nice.</li></ul><div>I think that's all I can think of at the moment. I'll update you as we find out more. I guess I'm back to blogging…we'll see. Please feel free to ask questions…or just help us think of more questions that we haven't asked yet!!</div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-8357691400038093822012-01-16T20:37:00.005-06:002012-01-16T21:08:00.242-06:00A Few Updated Pictures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1-xnYhyJN2BFoVibecdUTfXwGbVz7j7BdJX9Ue8_IIkN4uHMreKG5cG4FUGmPiIud1chZcIa_jyvrzW66KLDxDyhIgozU0jxX-KClVHkxJ2HEzyKG5KwpLkv6AcDQ88s40Zp/s1600/IMG_7165.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1-xnYhyJN2BFoVibecdUTfXwGbVz7j7BdJX9Ue8_IIkN4uHMreKG5cG4FUGmPiIud1chZcIa_jyvrzW66KLDxDyhIgozU0jxX-KClVHkxJ2HEzyKG5KwpLkv6AcDQ88s40Zp/s320/IMG_7165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698427328217724754" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ella has been doing great in Kindergarten this year. We are so proud of her and know that she has lovedgoing full days. We started her in a public school, but at the Christmas break switched her to a private school, <a href="http://www.chasesplace.org/">Chase's Place</a> and have LOVED it so far.<img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr6u17crNJozLHMrG9ovubsMamX8zeo0eiAaU07nRwRdPLk1zAnFpCxPc-VUcTcRxBS3H9WF-5kid23U_485OgpN9QhGK4bZHkdtx8lpU-44pkRyN7kroeL9rTxU1YjhQ2OnUw/s320/IMG_6318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698427331789338930" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Will has shocked us by his absorption of</div><div>everything. He learns VERY quickly and loves to know about everything. He can count to 100, knows all of his letters and what they sound like and what begins with them. Questions are of no shortage with our giant 3-year-old. When he turns 4 in a few weeks we'll get to find out exactly where he is on the charts. He thinks he's a great comic and tries to do anything to make us laugh…which of course, makes us laugh.</div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTVbqwU6Tom8YU-MzOrRjm5Nv3z3fG5bjkoTgxcNzG55Mlj_UTCVqsbW_Nk-7i6ROSt-LloB30q_yn8Uj202JijgCz9cXV1yc0SmdozqOCaBaX93fodgpQOVKCzKl0C3tfwUa/s320/IMG_6305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698431550015565394" /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jonathan is already 17-months-old and tries to do EVERYTHING his older brother does. Fortunately he has a very hard head and a high tolerance for pain…so he just bounces around happily behind Will. He is by far our most active, because there is always someone to show him what he could do if he was just a little bigger. He loves Ella. Her name was his first word and he always looks for her and announces her presence. If you ask him to kiss or hug her he never denies her some love…she's the only one he consistently loves on. It's heart warming. He may be quick on the physical development, but he's slow to speak. Besides "Ella", "no", "bubba" (Will), "dada" and "papa"…he's slow to say much else. I'm guessing he'll pick up on more as soon as he slows down enough to care.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs3qJlFlhis89ps3MbJj5zHf7Ok1H55N6YK0SaGeM4DFRoytSU2-cJeAaPbsiXHGTOzQhP9zXYBw4EGmvFhTJT2y1TAGy9EulQHNNG3-GHGpJ3VbBRdF1qxoGiZONWQDb16Wcj/s320/IMG_6164.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698432028916163730" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-73528621871649670202011-05-13T12:24:00.003-06:002011-05-13T12:54:40.534-06:00My Beautiful Little Ella,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT_mGHLKLNUtZlmryfzkbYJMLRCFrOfmCxiXCsAR06LOVsFww1ZjbfMC5lf-nTfS_BAMCwGV3-Yy7GJ8Sh4dgJN83zXitaQYXi3vKNigFT_gOCFIifT-DW3ih-4M_7NV_EVuEs/s1600/100_3744.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606275495728108642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT_mGHLKLNUtZlmryfzkbYJMLRCFrOfmCxiXCsAR06LOVsFww1ZjbfMC5lf-nTfS_BAMCwGV3-Yy7GJ8Sh4dgJN83zXitaQYXi3vKNigFT_gOCFIifT-DW3ih-4M_7NV_EVuEs/s200/100_3744.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>You are JOY. When someone tries to define the word they can see your smiling face. Your daddy and I believe it’s because, in those first few days of your life, you got to sit in the lap of Jesus and let him hold you while we couldn’t. I believe that you have a special angel who walks you through life and God has allowed you a perspective that only He can give. The rest of us see so much bad in this world, but not you my little girl, you only see the happy things. I thought of this today when you were getting a shot (ironically a meningitis vaccine) and you only flinched. A few hours earlier Jonathan got shots and he cried and carried on, but not you, you are strong in the face of <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gMvwrc-p3dr0tFVi6LdP1mbiNBc-NANe7sT-YwJq9tSK-lr8H4l9uLpjXDs37OZerDxz002e062Pv7o4ad_x7UAaizURLE91v2fM_WW1J1lH50qZcweDdiraPTd48Hm6DJMy/s1600/Ella+School.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606274070829208786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3gMvwrc-p3dr0tFVi6LdP1mbiNBc-NANe7sT-YwJq9tSK-lr8H4l9uLpjXDs37OZerDxz002e062Pv7o4ad_x7UAaizURLE91v2fM_WW1J1lH50qZcweDdiraPTd48Hm6DJMy/s200/Ella+School.jpg" /></a>anything. We’ve heard it said that so little can affect you after all that you have already been through in your 5 short years, but either way, it is a blessing. I often read about special needs children who can’t find comfort, and I’m so grateful for the unending joy that you have every day…it’s often you who will get me through the rough times, instead of me helping you. Well, maybe we help each other. You are beautiful, yes on the inside, but that shines right through to your outside. People often say that you resemble me as a child, so maybe I was cute too, but there is something so special about you to everyone you meet. I hear the phrases “look at those curls!”, “you have the most beautiful eyes”, and “wow, you are just so pretty” on a daily basis. Sometimes it is funny how many people will stop us and comment on you, but we know that it’s God shining through you. It’s funny that your head actually measures very small (they call it microcephaly) but no one would know for the head full of beautiful curls on your head…see, God really does take care of the little things. You challenge me. I have never looked at my faith the same since the day you were born. It’s funny, but I have <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLUYCr8MganUX7mnGsySZwFhZm4eOBaz1pVg2ekcyW3ErYcl29Pp9DGHZS7BfFLwIaXhYtlnsqrIvjpTyUUv_y1nb8hfMYnuoePPB7LL9EhBIYGNqogPYEWaWIazw7vkSM56E/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606274074200857618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFLUYCr8MganUX7mnGsySZwFhZm4eOBaz1pVg2ekcyW3ErYcl29Pp9DGHZS7BfFLwIaXhYtlnsqrIvjpTyUUv_y1nb8hfMYnuoePPB7LL9EhBIYGNqogPYEWaWIazw7vkSM56E/s200/017.JPG" /></a>often felt that I don’t deserve you. That someone could have done better or would be more equipped to handle all of the challenges, but then I realize that God made me so specifically to be your mother. Oh Ella, had I known that I would get a gift like you it could have changed who I was in life, but God knew all of this and here we are…you and me. It’s not easy. Most days are just our “normal” but there is at least a few times in a week that I realize my life is so different from so many people around me. My life consists of the words: therapy, brain development, seizures, wheelchair, handicapped accessible, aspiration, and all of the terminology that I never knew I never wanted to know…proprioceptive…and I say those words a lot. I have been asked at least once or twice if I’m a nurse because of the lingo that I can speak when talking about you, but I <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw504hsWCwVKQYl7tkdXt9kkBCvewVtk_JCYLdkj5ODR8xn5_qnOYpOvDcRMYQEZx_BurpZOKTX99xy58noWsL02GtGnNTdMBeDT2Igt_X_8nMWksJ-6XeGqkUSVNsunEvlitQ/s1600/100_2174.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606274058332959314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw504hsWCwVKQYl7tkdXt9kkBCvewVtk_JCYLdkj5ODR8xn5_qnOYpOvDcRMYQEZx_BurpZOKTX99xy58noWsL02GtGnNTdMBeDT2Igt_X_8nMWksJ-6XeGqkUSVNsunEvlitQ/s200/100_2174.JPG" /></a>just laugh, since I barely went to college. You are a gift. A true gift for more reasons than I can list, because I think I don’t even know most of the reasons yet. You have caused me to admire and love your father more than I thought possible. Do you know how much that man loves you? He has prayed for you without ceasing and he believes in you (he also never gets mad at you or disciplines you, even when you are totally misbehaving!) You will make your brothers stop and think about everything in a different light than their friends, and I hope that they are better men for being your brothers. Mostly you are just love. You make my ability to love increase in ways I didn’t think were possible. You have the knack for causing random people to fall in love with you without saying a word. You are my perfection in this imperfect and sinful world. Oh, you have a sin <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAiqqm_hdGK9FJoNO5sWLbNnTBfo8AEtlNUyEya7UjB0CJ5btIyJ3qXorcNd-_0Vs889eDuEKgcTL9bSrX5k08UROaQcX2ZYWPYJtBGT85W52YxtsvZ6IsQuEhK5M5NvOghrX/s1600/000_0365.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606274065681651378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAiqqm_hdGK9FJoNO5sWLbNnTBfo8AEtlNUyEya7UjB0CJ5btIyJ3qXorcNd-_0Vs889eDuEKgcTL9bSrX5k08UROaQcX2ZYWPYJtBGT85W52YxtsvZ6IsQuEhK5M5NvOghrX/s200/000_0365.jpg" /></a>nature; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. We do pray that one day you will come to know who God is in your life here on Earth and that you will have the realization that you are a sinner, in need of a Savior. That you will know how important the life, and death, of Jesus were for all of us…and that you will accept His free gift. We want so much for you sweet child. For now, we will enjoy every day that God has given us as your parents, and pray that we do the very best that God has called us to do.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-70129034714180374312011-05-11T22:05:00.000-06:002011-05-13T14:38:48.149-06:00My Sweet Jonathan,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPj0hSzAaFaao0SOXHibQ1_qWLjaqZyTYVS_L-yTfxrXVUOqi6AWx3iniiEFtiOs-kx7WzBQ1SWGaQvkM_dwnZ1kL8aaxtV9Oq2WGDFXedLOoDmzUToIjFNkuy8KS7e0Fk4Zd0/s1600/IMG_3588.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605676407843633490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPj0hSzAaFaao0SOXHibQ1_qWLjaqZyTYVS_L-yTfxrXVUOqi6AWx3iniiEFtiOs-kx7WzBQ1SWGaQvkM_dwnZ1kL8aaxtV9Oq2WGDFXedLOoDmzUToIjFNkuy8KS7e0Fk4Zd0/s320/IMG_3588.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>You are my baby, and for now, you are my last. You are a joy and your smiles brighten even the middle of the night. I have loved trying to figure you out and try to get to know you better. I remember being pregnant with you and being so scared not to be able to love you as much as I thought I should...it's amazing how God just makes our hearts bigger. You are already so much of a challenge...you have mastered crawling and cruising and now you are trying to stand on your own...I'm afraid it won't be long before you are walking, and then you are no longer a baby. 9 months have flown by. I can remember every bit of your birth and how much I already loved you when I saw you. You had the greatest pouty lips and a sweet cry...and you were mine. I have loved snuggling you and learning how to make you laugh. You have a GREAT laugh. You seem serious a lot of the time, like your brother was, but when you think something is funny you really let it show. I look forward to getting to know you better and seeing what kind of a man God has created you to be. You were a perfect way to wrap up our babies.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-70745468695643218422011-05-11T15:22:00.000-06:002011-05-13T14:38:48.023-06:00My Dearest William,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFWI9YwszfWCcMZw8M1Elyb47xktSjGdXLFB2Um5VKev3I1iCsSj1JWiajKq2HRoBz6tIJfocvmEVmP8AFEXCPCO1HmfjAvezYG_HWIiWZJdS34ymSknZJX0o7qEqIdnwiYaU/s1600/IMG_2947.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605672662072760866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFWI9YwszfWCcMZw8M1Elyb47xktSjGdXLFB2Um5VKev3I1iCsSj1JWiajKq2HRoBz6tIJfocvmEVmP8AFEXCPCO1HmfjAvezYG_HWIiWZJdS34ymSknZJX0o7qEqIdnwiYaU/s320/IMG_2947.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>You are my buddy. We go almost everywhere together and have our routine down during the week. Speaking of routines, you hate it when one is changed. You like to go the same way to all of your familiar places and you like it when everything is where it should be...except your toys. You are so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">adventurous</span>. I love to watch your excitement with anything new. One thing you really hate is loud noises. You've never like lawn equipment, anything being blown up or anyone to talks or laughs too loud. You seem to hear everything, except us calling your name. Most people would say that you are a good boy, and you are, but you have a tendency to want to do things your way and in your time. Daddy and I work very hard at teaching you why you need to obey and what role God plays in teaching us <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">obedience</span> and submission. You learn most things very quickly, but I think this one may take a while. We pray that you learn the easy way and not the hard way. You have loved learning who God is already. You love to read the bible, you love the stories, and you have even memorized some scripture. Daddy has taught you John 3:16 and Matthew 5:8...and he's working on a new one, he wants to make sure that you hide God's word in your heart, even at your age...so that you will always know truth. I pray that you grow to be a man like your father. May you be gentle and kind, giving and a good steward with your time and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">resources</span>...may you love people, but know that God and your family come first and second. You are so curious. You ask a MILLION questions. Even your teachers at school and church notice that you are smart and you want to know everything, about everything, and why! You are a joy for me. You are so much like our first child because you are getting to do so much first for us. We love watching you grow up to be a young boy. We pray that you will be a leader for Ella and Jonathan, may you always love them and take care of them. We pray that you and Jonathan will be close friends and always be able to count on each other. May you always cherish Ella and learn from the life that God designed for her. You are such a wonderful 3-year-old and I look forward to watching you develop into a wonderful young man.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-1513422146432446002011-05-08T22:06:00.004-06:002011-05-08T22:38:32.223-06:00Mother's DayMother's Day has been so special since my very first one. I remember a friend telling me that it didn't count unless I had already given birth to Ella, but I disagree. Anyone is a mother who has given birth to a child, adopted a child, lost a child or been a mother-figure to anyone along the way. It's not the child that makes you a mother, it's the heart of the woman. My first Mother's Day Ella was only 4 days old and had just spent her 3rd night in the NICU. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtOOJb86fzi9x5TQz9p97A2FUKdTcfk3zaausOiPb_hgJysJlN-O2mzrr3LQidfG_rLf_IXW2jimtCGicHxqtE8RP_y2IG6_3Ewfdbdwx8TLCl-ot8lCRDLWsTmN72ULj9XU4o/s1600/Mother%2527s+Day.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604567739449807202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtOOJb86fzi9x5TQz9p97A2FUKdTcfk3zaausOiPb_hgJysJlN-O2mzrr3LQidfG_rLf_IXW2jimtCGicHxqtE8RP_y2IG6_3Ewfdbdwx8TLCl-ot8lCRDLWsTmN72ULj9XU4o/s200/Mother%2527s+Day.jpg" /></a>Re-reading my posts from that day and she had gone from "critical" to "guarded"...oh, those emotions. A child I was afraid to love too deeply, for fear she would be gone at any moment. I hadn't even had a chance to hold her long enough to even know her...I was a mother, even if I couldn't touch or talk to my child. Now I'm a mother of three sweet and very different children. Ella, well, she's just Ella. I don't know how to put into words what being her mother has meant to me. She has taught me more about myself, Joe and my loving Savior that I ever thought one little person, who doesn't speak, could do.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUApQ4fgS8t6CnffOnvHwtWrIFZI4HIeGxtsxujLl1S6o8JweXUy8E74IeUgKAW8HWyxGa8PvpBCGKOJTk3A2uopR4u56ChAlEqYGLEdCXV6HvLEdEqLHjfMrjrASxv1mHckQ/s1600/mother%2527s+day.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604567743521060514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUApQ4fgS8t6CnffOnvHwtWrIFZI4HIeGxtsxujLl1S6o8JweXUy8E74IeUgKAW8HWyxGa8PvpBCGKOJTk3A2uopR4u56ChAlEqYGLEdCXV6HvLEdEqLHjfMrjrASxv1mHckQ/s200/mother%2527s+day.jpg" /></a> She's an earthly angel. Sent to bring so much joy and hope to my heart. It's a challenge to know what to do to be the best mother I can be for her, it's not easy and I'll never try to lessen what we go through, but I don't know any different, and for that I thank my Lord because He was gracious when He gave me her first.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhy4lhDkeoNvLmSEMfEqPe_6zcD9bJ-nxmSv5DWBlhLZJY-GQgvof6OQVpoDzZqhD7iUulHs6nJdo58FUW6kQoVCxX3c40cX2OMJXFXsFuUlq7-p0fKOfs7Aubw2VFnefYUy1/s1600/Mother%2527s+Day.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604567744072423570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhy4lhDkeoNvLmSEMfEqPe_6zcD9bJ-nxmSv5DWBlhLZJY-GQgvof6OQVpoDzZqhD7iUulHs6nJdo58FUW6kQoVCxX3c40cX2OMJXFXsFuUlq7-p0fKOfs7Aubw2VFnefYUy1/s200/Mother%2527s+Day.jpg" /></a> Will, oh my goodness I had no idea that a "healthy" and "typical" child could be SO much work!! I have often said that Ella is my easy kid...and Will makes this very obvious. There are many challenges to raising a special needs child, but to any mother raising a very typical boy...the challenges never stop, or slow down, or freeze, or obey, or just sit quietly for one minute so mommy can think...and he's pure love.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8lNbj1x4jdV_lwz-6eoajv0RDXfAi_Lyv2DdBxkhmVMVjSubk7Th00Wi2Y4_dSAmJYtBr6wPaXRhWn5q1ah3s7WWqX7SzUU6HuwqETNmfAujgZR18kZiqtTf26Nhck6pmQdu/s1600/Mother%2527s+Day.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604567750097201698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8lNbj1x4jdV_lwz-6eoajv0RDXfAi_Lyv2DdBxkhmVMVjSubk7Th00Wi2Y4_dSAmJYtBr6wPaXRhWn5q1ah3s7WWqX7SzUU6HuwqETNmfAujgZR18kZiqtTf26Nhck6pmQdu/s200/Mother%2527s+Day.jpg" /></a> He loves to hug and cuddle and tell me how much he loves me. God knew that following Ella I would need someone who would talk to me (and boy does this kid talk) and give me all of the things that my heart missed with Ella...he gives me so much verbal input...enough for both of them! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjhFGIeDFYYiBCTeyz5_v3W84sCMI48CDyu7UdhOxQa9n5xUl1nYpMfgThkDC-bLPrafTT3kpyK8ODTfOtMfySvujpY7_RQ307LaGKibfHmZvo1-nDMF78f5K62eNrIw1pb_O/s1600/Mother%2527s+Day.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604567752024587970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijjhFGIeDFYYiBCTeyz5_v3W84sCMI48CDyu7UdhOxQa9n5xUl1nYpMfgThkDC-bLPrafTT3kpyK8ODTfOtMfySvujpY7_RQ307LaGKibfHmZvo1-nDMF78f5K62eNrIw1pb_O/s200/Mother%2527s+Day.JPG" /></a>Adding Jonathan has made us very complete as a family. He's mild mannered like Ella, talks a fair amount already (no real words yet, but he's trying to learn from his big brother) and working hard to keep up with Ella and Will by crawling everywhere and doing everything they do. He's active, but he's also fine to just relax...he's my baby and he always will be...and for that I'm grateful. He's a happy baby. Will adores him and has never asked for us to take him back. He wants to be the first to go in and talk to Jonathan when he wakes up and Joe and I have prayed consistently that they will be friends to each other. We know that God provided a buddy for Will through Jonathan, and we will be excited to watch them grow in knowledge of God together. They are my children. They will stretch me and challenge me in ways I can't even imagine yet, but wouldn't trade any of the rough days for not being a mommy. I don't think I ever realized in my early 20's that I was created for a job so perfectly. I have made a lot of mistakes in life, but my children prove to me that we have a loving God who will still grant us small miracles as we grow to help us grow even more.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7OeGN_3InJ0BexpjIIJWiUI1jtl3NjEOLC8Iq0sglW4EUDpdAQn01e82m44jCiPd-AO28zM9bvisClrNyH-K0nVAJZpU-EIHU6VlmUKUpAVDl-29ocAOCRf31rt57Xc_S-Xu/s1600/IMG_3567.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604570702519771874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7OeGN_3InJ0BexpjIIJWiUI1jtl3NjEOLC8Iq0sglW4EUDpdAQn01e82m44jCiPd-AO28zM9bvisClrNyH-K0nVAJZpU-EIHU6VlmUKUpAVDl-29ocAOCRf31rt57Xc_S-Xu/s320/IMG_3567.JPG" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-29673684539123508852011-05-04T15:57:00.002-06:002011-05-04T16:06:18.298-06:00Getting Stronger<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YVc-0xcBkNfoMujGdhPqcEDXsi0Oxlk1o7aXH3D2TvloQirsI3nXLZ11BNb6q-iYQpcR3QnoHEhZOhyphenhyphenLjuxgXLZOjWEAQISixexoPOQjVhulKqmEXTwdbQaYyRRWpIJn6sye/s1600/IMG_3501.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602984351742961714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5YVc-0xcBkNfoMujGdhPqcEDXsi0Oxlk1o7aXH3D2TvloQirsI3nXLZ11BNb6q-iYQpcR3QnoHEhZOhyphenhyphenLjuxgXLZOjWEAQISixexoPOQjVhulKqmEXTwdbQaYyRRWpIJn6sye/s200/IMG_3501.JPG" /></a>Ella has been working with her new Physical Therapist to get stronger. They have been doing a lot of sitting for long times and lately they have been standing. Ella is making a lot of steady progress...we have had so many great therapists over the years and have been so blessed by the people who have loved on Ella and loved helping her progress.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYizxlZhZgC1uFeYGWYe4ZubeIJu6xcEQx_J6Ox1Kk2nx0L9w4cHPI3jN-qeRkXLDqhuS0hlS-gd7sf9PVd_Ed2ZReI5OvTYaX8tmgxaf3cukQyGsXzQall4im2MvxEz6f5_es/s1600/IMG_3502.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602984352963025426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYizxlZhZgC1uFeYGWYe4ZubeIJu6xcEQx_J6Ox1Kk2nx0L9w4cHPI3jN-qeRkXLDqhuS0hlS-gd7sf9PVd_Ed2ZReI5OvTYaX8tmgxaf3cukQyGsXzQall4im2MvxEz6f5_es/s200/IMG_3502.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-53598897935344630062011-05-04T11:04:00.004-06:002011-05-04T15:37:58.063-06:00Good News Cruise<div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-iSZyOEXuw9krRj9rpdIIU1u4llvsfsFA0Bc1KiJzp-vmVU5htP5H3P4zaTwSm6Mfer5zKNIFpWl8cbQFfm3srUwuVu2HjpTu0tEeMFMgBc5SPeaASwi-X-o28Z87Pc0Aabf/s1600/IMG_3452.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602977162362434690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-iSZyOEXuw9krRj9rpdIIU1u4llvsfsFA0Bc1KiJzp-vmVU5htP5H3P4zaTwSm6Mfer5zKNIFpWl8cbQFfm3srUwuVu2HjpTu0tEeMFMgBc5SPeaASwi-X-o28Z87Pc0Aabf/s320/IMG_3452.JPG" /></a> <br /><div>I'm so thankful that Ella has gotten to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">participate</span> in Children's Choir this year. It's hard to figure out where she should be "age-appropriate" and when it's best for her to be in a room with other special needs kids of different ages and abilities. Brandi <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bassett</span> has taken on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">responsibility</span> of taking care of Ella during choir and evening holding her during the performances...here are some pictures of both Ella and Will in "The Good News Cruise" from Sunday night.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJiWX2TAkm1bRccvtWNCrlZCtzz8kSVctsrLFut-00CpE4wGd0nPJQAIrdvSBCOdset2sjQZW0U1zZU5n3VKSMvoQGJEn6niUuN8lhc6srhNu1wHQMVIUzBjQiMPN2MwhJediP/s1600/IMG_3450.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602977905051091730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJiWX2TAkm1bRccvtWNCrlZCtzz8kSVctsrLFut-00CpE4wGd0nPJQAIrdvSBCOdset2sjQZW0U1zZU5n3VKSMvoQGJEn6niUuN8lhc6srhNu1wHQMVIUzBjQiMPN2MwhJediP/s320/IMG_3450.JPG" /></a></div></div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXCcx3hb4Ojq6fmYHY4N1kQcaAw7Hd0Hur07xAfrZDU2IIIcqZ6KMdlZmJPDE2dKhNN3gCh1ZC1oYwpy5XwSNS3PlF9XstCPcNkjrvh-Zyf24A7tnMhejQMEJJdCAOMjDmd4QY/s1600/IMG_3487.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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However, I think I'll give it a shot for the next 10 days and try to update and close out what's going on in our lives. <br /><br />Why 10 days you ask? Well, baby girl...now BIG GIRL, Ella turns 5-years-old in just 10 days. I know, I'm with you...5?!!? Sounds crazy that we started this blog to keep family in the loop on our first pregnancy...and God knew I would need an outlet to talk about her. So, I'm going to update on all of us for the next few days and then wrap this all up on the celebration of Ella's birth.<br /><br />For tonight, we are headed to watch Ella and Will perform in a church musical (pics to come) and Jonathan is staying home (with our beloved Kristie) since he has strep throat/rash. <br /><br />Stay tuned as we end 5 years of blogging!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-42601291398814847982011-02-13T14:42:00.003-06:002011-02-13T19:09:51.803-06:00Christmas Concert<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrdeGOyRkPV6vCbOLAlkfXcRriIM766L7ys9qQ-WjVOutoqoZ1djSMLKtExEVqQaNyJGBpWd3kGrOwju0RDNlB6dlxwNNt3OLqug6CBjRVadWsuPnmqhF1I2ZUo4jSbnXFcyt/s1600/DSC_0140.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573335581081930514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrdeGOyRkPV6vCbOLAlkfXcRriIM766L7ys9qQ-WjVOutoqoZ1djSMLKtExEVqQaNyJGBpWd3kGrOwju0RDNlB6dlxwNNt3OLqug6CBjRVadWsuPnmqhF1I2ZUo4jSbnXFcyt/s200/DSC_0140.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYP7ixi6dnsN1xWx8LcGbYcauvIQ-e9rPOWLbP5zfDccFXCYgCZ7lxDlzW9n6ci_vVK-vTRqHylRAxjo7ZKwl4zgvHIfdTYxig0FPAL2GzahEeYWuH3GEDJMxH3vnpDC00mh7Q/s1600/DSC_0167.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572194894308256178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKjTXkDE0e3ZFwodOd271ZQ4fcStE4UbS09QdsvA1VCGGSYva9qjHEPQeCGNppceK_OjN_cPMl2ddHNu1mCfSEyyMTO8BHAwKIg4DcBDmNiqYdZIyvdpeUyWBTheIJrs1JxEkz/s200/IMG_0192.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>...and mommy got a new camera, enjoy the shots from Christmas day.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-81266177421392619992011-02-10T15:35:00.002-06:002011-02-10T15:43:02.011-06:00Real life babydoll<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVZXxN41nNpBr57Zgd2lUGDfonLEihRx0r48sc_iRmSgItHSlNt8rTfGa0DEuAOEPM1PZLOVJzeodopb7mo94XotPrpOpURYi6Ra5GzyfrCBuRFhSgj7AKUaTlat89pqDDNfZ7/s1600/DSCN7243.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572179232476674706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVZXxN41nNpBr57Zgd2lUGDfonLEihRx0r48sc_iRmSgItHSlNt8rTfGa0DEuAOEPM1PZLOVJzeodopb7mo94XotPrpOpURYi6Ra5GzyfrCBuRFhSgj7AKUaTlat89pqDDNfZ7/s320/DSCN7243.JPG" /></a> Makenna Paige loves her baby cousin Jonathan...they went on a shopping date to Target (where the Roughton women hang out!).<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-45619952511371604082010-12-20T10:00:00.004-06:002010-12-20T10:13:48.224-06:004 MonthsOkay...so I'm a little late posting. As rarely as I post you should be happy this made it on here at all. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULklqU3Box5toA74DGg4AlXQwH5K_-dgP9TSaLwL2Bb1Ufif40uyzK4oScaklEXHsKRg-MmJ_a4A0-Eu7vlj2SP_8wme2WEdIzYnNyZQHc6476boUIRlQJ_TCvo8JENnTdnG9/s1600/IMG_9788.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552795486191750930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULklqU3Box5toA74DGg4AlXQwH5K_-dgP9TSaLwL2Bb1Ufif40uyzK4oScaklEXHsKRg-MmJ_a4A0-Eu7vlj2SP_8wme2WEdIzYnNyZQHc6476boUIRlQJ_TCvo8JENnTdnG9/s200/IMG_9788.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Here are the 4 months stats for the kiddos.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9vA6OQzu9fFRZBbpalCk2eLekSs9YVg0X2M63BPIw6v_kE3ir4j_khLSPuCcNw5p_G6P8USMQoqJIrDjYAN2Z8e_4wVSmU-l1-boFRHJTOHokHcZyhfkWWbBmG07chgdzstA/s1600/4+monthgs.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552798262280141090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl9vA6OQzu9fFRZBbpalCk2eLekSs9YVg0X2M63BPIw6v_kE3ir4j_khLSPuCcNw5p_G6P8USMQoqJIrDjYAN2Z8e_4wVSmU-l1-boFRHJTOHokHcZyhfkWWbBmG07chgdzstA/s320/4+monthgs.png" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6Mlw3ERTepzLvfk1LeOTkHhSQOlXJQfF0EhEpbBXZXIGfvm7-CRYNsJO8kuYpuISpSR-ZOtedIQwQ5b2DTh5gRQcyR5FR1BI-ViknTXsAhOcDyH0S8uKEr3ookIMSGein-6t/s1600/4+monthgs.png"></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-44364060521454210092010-12-16T12:28:00.009-06:002010-12-16T14:15:06.400-06:00Coming to the end...As 2010 is wrapping up we can start to look back over the year and see that it's been a year of big changes around here.<br /><br /><br />We found out we were pregnant with Jonathan just before the year began. And were a little shocked by the timing, but have been so blessed by our sweet baby boy. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgVC0zfpVdCSbdH5zhW-86V_9boEhgLXE3D7mjVJmRJLixvX5eOxGk1Tna0iCGIx8IfaW6qZTWtXfgWYra4frmVgtq_yg-B2GRU_8KYmJTx2dVWuGrGKQNNsbASQD4o4zR0oo/s1600/DSCN7142.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551355259053323346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVgVC0zfpVdCSbdH5zhW-86V_9boEhgLXE3D7mjVJmRJLixvX5eOxGk1Tna0iCGIx8IfaW6qZTWtXfgWYra4frmVgtq_yg-B2GRU_8KYmJTx2dVWuGrGKQNNsbASQD4o4zR0oo/s200/DSCN7142.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzqMJW9tkNK8C1nOtNft8lVlemdLA8f9QaBnqNVKM7gNhwV-KuUTMnQ7sN5NKhoaqddStL7wzJEBl88p3WhIXjn5uUed8ms1phjVIdZ2zayoYBZ0QWCtMHXa-o_g-AbAOBskmE/s1600/757476456_img_4102.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We started off the year on a cruise with some of our dearest friends. After a large amount of scripture memory we went to 3 ports and spent a week, including New Years, with 13 couples.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02IxRPYeCu6sQK30Lx-Ecfwt3vwB_9iqDdYCmX3VB-zhH-htqux8HA9t7pIYrw6ZyT5XE6Z0QbFyWTeO03eYGfq7IQfNFmumaxS_9EQy5cdWflC3a1G8Skwm5U5lA6hLSdZI3/s1600/757477585_img_4135+cropped.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551355264929308802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02IxRPYeCu6sQK30Lx-Ecfwt3vwB_9iqDdYCmX3VB-zhH-htqux8HA9t7pIYrw6ZyT5XE6Z0QbFyWTeO03eYGfq7IQfNFmumaxS_9EQy5cdWflC3a1G8Skwm5U5lA6hLSdZI3/s200/757477585_img_4135+cropped.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGpNWguGdTexoKtXabd7jQgrZDwlryBXqBCBDBVNwOEbqAfiKJh9uHrqLFIhGAumjK5sSYUceVDdgHLRRnaV95srIZXFkpzG4NDeIP6v0A0yQPxXAZJ4Esn8gY54ArBILYIzZ/s1600/757475361_img_4069.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551355283969913858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGpNWguGdTexoKtXabd7jQgrZDwlryBXqBCBDBVNwOEbqAfiKJh9uHrqLFIhGAumjK5sSYUceVDdgHLRRnaV95srIZXFkpzG4NDeIP6v0A0yQPxXAZJ4Esn8gY54ArBILYIzZ/s200/757475361_img_4069.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Ella had a year of development and seizures...we've clocked 12 this year and have spent a lot of time at Medical City Dallas Hospital. She can walk with assistance...if she feels like it. We've learned that she can be very obstinate. She deals with everything life hands her with an amount of joy that keeps all of us focused on God as He teaches us through her.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69jiwATvxlNUl-Qhn-k0ICJ7wZdTpgVUg58Fe8VOAnbvrXmCmlsZdpCowYxoqFbrJ30GUFd-humpAOA_BCzMsSVTrVwE3TJrr8AZ4eSeO2stZBqA0AAX-FQteuGbD8A5paeji/s1600/DSC_0136.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551359089384550194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69jiwATvxlNUl-Qhn-k0ICJ7wZdTpgVUg58Fe8VOAnbvrXmCmlsZdpCowYxoqFbrJ30GUFd-humpAOA_BCzMsSVTrVwE3TJrr8AZ4eSeO2stZBqA0AAX-FQteuGbD8A5paeji/s200/DSC_0136.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Both of my grandparents (my dad's parents) passed away this year. My grandfather passed in the Spring and my grandmother this Fall. We had a great memorial service for them that all of the Roughton's got to attend.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxq4AGZNlkNHoGanhpzcgkcbUkAGhZueF2EBbOs1rI4nDwiFqelUXyR8uEDdSXbKbp68FzVo5oNNRCCccQPSWC-5x1lFIMTkqG_2HdnidwW5089YF999DQHyQr1xxev9gIHcX/s1600/100_2316.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551364247168655426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxq4AGZNlkNHoGanhpzcgkcbUkAGhZueF2EBbOs1rI4nDwiFqelUXyR8uEDdSXbKbp68FzVo5oNNRCCccQPSWC-5x1lFIMTkqG_2HdnidwW5089YF999DQHyQr1xxev9gIHcX/s200/100_2316.JPG" /></a> (Picture of my grandparents with Ella and then all of us at the service)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpiBBMUPOUWFznjPS6w6eE1ayxw0_ks-JJiGt2zon6LqNTPtvV3n4EDyxBf-IDPmizsY4vHmnrFTTZeGLjkaEvM54B7EnncEmqKSEKpNRZQY-EuvIa7I6oeKDGiOKMJRGrw0Vt/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551364238917342850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpiBBMUPOUWFznjPS6w6eE1ayxw0_ks-JJiGt2zon6LqNTPtvV3n4EDyxBf-IDPmizsY4vHmnrFTTZeGLjkaEvM54B7EnncEmqKSEKpNRZQY-EuvIa7I6oeKDGiOKMJRGrw0Vt/s200/DSC_0097.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnR4Ws9hhRDayngMp7Q71MuFBuN0U6JmGsSWicpatRRW0OLX-hsaxyV1Yo5sGfvxpEsIHG-jAas30KEhVS8Xwqq9sLqbqLShwY0wfbS9Io2U7aNQErhjer8SNnwEHcsEot6_g/s1600/DSC_0101.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVYriNuK_ld7kezotwPUEUt19KtYp70bEnCJL9-T9dMdAWiwPE0dFIoWZlQDIYhEdbmbs8awxPV8l3Xt28ozREQ5OI3pFtxhOdS6JpYDcq2BvgDqltX8TBoYeCHT9oa4VL2sw/s1600/DSC_0122.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div></div><div>Will has probably changed the most. He is amazing. It's like being a first-time parent, even though he's our middle kid, and it's a blast. He talks non-stop, remembers everything and weird details, he keeps us laughing and loves his brother and sister to no end. He can say all of his letter, numbers (he thinks he can count to 100, but he's only good to about 20), he can spell his name and has found a true love of reading books. He loves to dance, loves to watch movies and can tell you all about the bible and is excited to celebrate the birthday of Baby Jesus. He has become my buddy and it's fun to take him places. He does tend to "love" everything and say that things are his "favorites" even if he doesn't know what they are..again, we laugh a lot. He has passed Ella in size...he's 37 lbs, 42" and wears a size 12 shoe...E is 34 lbs, 39" and wears a size 8 shoe. He could usually pass for a 4-year-old till they hear him talking. We notice that everyone expects more of him because of his size, and he seems fine with that expectation.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge7UeiYlhOuC_xpeXr2dfuMbCUoaSwjhWEniZItMUVCQVE55PcXwdOI_sUwmPd51LXKb9keGCEJQCeY_Z6rGOQjqk870cSSv85qhtqSCSe02kvEhL9WLE_iSn4dGgSh1aI28h8/s1600/Picture+471.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551367689876789490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge7UeiYlhOuC_xpeXr2dfuMbCUoaSwjhWEniZItMUVCQVE55PcXwdOI_sUwmPd51LXKb9keGCEJQCeY_Z6rGOQjqk870cSSv85qhtqSCSe02kvEhL9WLE_iSn4dGgSh1aI28h8/s200/Picture+471.jpg" /></a> (The kids in 2009 and then Christmas 2010)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dJ6qstguWKHDQVavuUHQYd1CZgETaqQniEtNvJWdrGj3cHCkCVk_Gf39q9m87bbsMnV3RW4cNrYFurTkaFSSz6xk9PRoo8qk1Xx_F8f9umeNMUjl1vy2sSixUAL6JS-TlRIz/s1600/DSC_0140.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551367686387777602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8dJ6qstguWKHDQVavuUHQYd1CZgETaqQniEtNvJWdrGj3cHCkCVk_Gf39q9m87bbsMnV3RW4cNrYFurTkaFSSz6xk9PRoo8qk1Xx_F8f9umeNMUjl1vy2sSixUAL6JS-TlRIz/s200/DSC_0140.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><div></div><div>Joe and I have grown closer and more in love for another year. We celebrated 6 years of marriage in October (7 years together in November) and have realized more and more that we were created to compliment each other. We are VERY different, but it works so great. Joe is the greatest husband and father. He spends all of his free time with us and gives me plenty of time away from the house and watches all THREE kids without a single complaint...amazing. God has blessed us so much and our challenges have strengthened us more than we thought possible.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKwfOw9pquIRKt28zUTugE6n611cz6j4HgeALLNQLeRP374qqEmTH_f1v-jQwXPtMsMfnxG_SxT-mUle2wu2rIxiebqPGWlXhmCGx-r1Q6zweYDW1P5R_fiKHL7HbYuh9fGzk/s1600/DSCN7152_crop.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551368484642474386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKwfOw9pquIRKt28zUTugE6n611cz6j4HgeALLNQLeRP374qqEmTH_f1v-jQwXPtMsMfnxG_SxT-mUle2wu2rIxiebqPGWlXhmCGx-r1Q6zweYDW1P5R_fiKHL7HbYuh9fGzk/s200/DSCN7152_crop.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90_iJjtAQ1HLySBtXAU4Xy7_YJatg6kqfsL_oVW_19CqRYEhA4_XnNWXjdSy8LAa-g1tsq6OSU3iRKHA7wDmAJbem_ObwJqQR7oKzvdyZKA3LmoToKbWRPv21rd0VV5nGz_WR/s1600/DSC_5472.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551375574108946834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj90_iJjtAQ1HLySBtXAU4Xy7_YJatg6kqfsL_oVW_19CqRYEhA4_XnNWXjdSy8LAa-g1tsq6OSU3iRKHA7wDmAJbem_ObwJqQR7oKzvdyZKA3LmoToKbWRPv21rd0VV5nGz_WR/s200/DSC_5472.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Some of my closest friends, as well as my mom and sister, all moved from Dallas this year. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigziOQDX0y7Wrl6tRz1-vXtJ-aawdYeiWz309Gw0E73pLBAN0PU1vTaS3Vpxu3aWH5VZbrqjdAf3-d7VQ80bE07EQ91q7f3oNAeRpDH02kp5qtVF5Cw2kspQQjS22IPVOlD-8X/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551375582532305586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigziOQDX0y7Wrl6tRz1-vXtJ-aawdYeiWz309Gw0E73pLBAN0PU1vTaS3Vpxu3aWH5VZbrqjdAf3-d7VQ80bE07EQ91q7f3oNAeRpDH02kp5qtVF5Cw2kspQQjS22IPVOlD-8X/s200/untitled.bmp" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlA5OU5fPcNB5ZYs32d96J1XqFcLXDCvJspqGrG3JRjos7oPn9v9SNsVSNOrpzmMV7F1LiBBjp6IUV8Sjgcocb5BHIkSMMV6zhBypBuh9XICmQIDqjsf1H2044-rWMBNsb9FH-/s1600/688187486406_0_ALB.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551375557416279346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlA5OU5fPcNB5ZYs32d96J1XqFcLXDCvJspqGrG3JRjos7oPn9v9SNsVSNOrpzmMV7F1LiBBjp6IUV8Sjgcocb5BHIkSMMV6zhBypBuh9XICmQIDqjsf1H2044-rWMBNsb9FH-/s200/688187486406_0_ALB.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9t8qaPZS2y8Y2kZT9Zd6SYUhovoteSkCtazz-LCFNz7t53SoL2K0vL42NtVcbxabM7H9CE7q7c-yBvT2NJE-ouT9BhLe5D5C9yqK0WYqljlHbQnoiILXAVyk-kpvv924IXgA/s1600/Andrea+051+crop.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551375563563668882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9t8qaPZS2y8Y2kZT9Zd6SYUhovoteSkCtazz-LCFNz7t53SoL2K0vL42NtVcbxabM7H9CE7q7c-yBvT2NJE-ouT9BhLe5D5C9yqK0WYqljlHbQnoiILXAVyk-kpvv924IXgA/s200/Andrea+051+crop.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><div>It's been a big year of changes...I'm hoping for a really boring 2011!!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-20927580804609459232010-12-16T12:21:00.003-06:002010-12-16T14:19:27.923-06:00The KiddosI've been putting together a comparison each month of the kids. It's fun to try and decide who looks more like whom...but I think it's obvious that they are related!<br /><br />2 Months<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSzqIfABYpevLmGSS-8BQn3oxH_bKkG93HiqoRr0jFmu0eDyI8WYhjkQpdhH0J1QnKn1RvFmwx6tMBXEivjb-WQ3ZoyAt10XruTZ7ogv-2uM4-zjzrr6ZzareEQSUedrgcQRA/s1600/Untitled.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551347671510466626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSzqIfABYpevLmGSS-8BQn3oxH_bKkG93HiqoRr0jFmu0eDyI8WYhjkQpdhH0J1QnKn1RvFmwx6tMBXEivjb-WQ3ZoyAt10XruTZ7ogv-2uM4-zjzrr6ZzareEQSUedrgcQRA/s320/Untitled.png" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>3 Months</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_YCSmxGJoNbZOHy7BCRyPNkOizr1RIeFk2W1dtWHJcuP_1SAz-IggOtVTofJ3TW9QH5uydWrx886BORcLUmTGkV7Ohx_pSHEZtSsXhidjrr3mkqh-m1uJhRiVeFdzQaCaeo9n/s1600/3+months.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 81px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551347665189595442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_YCSmxGJoNbZOHy7BCRyPNkOizr1RIeFk2W1dtWHJcuP_1SAz-IggOtVTofJ3TW9QH5uydWrx886BORcLUmTGkV7Ohx_pSHEZtSsXhidjrr3mkqh-m1uJhRiVeFdzQaCaeo9n/s320/3+months.png" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>4 Months</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8ekmoPMGDxx1s1RG9Q4uZ-G6S47z5CUzGNS1czu41KGh1_OToeROZuPCnVcKd_TJihSe_iGSkp-cl-saOjKXLfzZY8oIA3_WcX6lRiAD8crkffBfoNcW2onTMDfUvb-4WPjt/s1600/4+months.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 80px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551347657171652162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ8ekmoPMGDxx1s1RG9Q4uZ-G6S47z5CUzGNS1czu41KGh1_OToeROZuPCnVcKd_TJihSe_iGSkp-cl-saOjKXLfzZY8oIA3_WcX6lRiAD8crkffBfoNcW2onTMDfUvb-4WPjt/s320/4+months.png" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-24616495384299120982010-11-08T16:40:00.003-06:002010-11-08T21:57:31.692-06:00Saturday SeizureYep, again.<br /><br />Saturday night, November 6th, Ella went to bed as she normally does...happy and in a good mood at around 8:30pm. Joe and I started shutting down the house and then he went to feed Jonathan and I went to bed (we alternate feedings so I had the overnight shift). As I got in bed a little before 11pm I heard a noise, I totally thought it was a dog far away because it just sounded like a faint sound over and over again (barking dogs at night drive us NUTS). I decided to sit up and see if it was coming from one of the monitors in our room (one for Ella and one for Jonathan...Will we can hear screaming from anywhere in the house). As I got oriented I realized it was coming from Ella's and then suddenly realized that, although it could be her kicking her bed in a rhythm (totally normal), I needed to check it out. I found her seizing in her bed, left the room to say "Joe, seizure" and went back to get her. Ella's seizures are not pretty. They are violent and scary and messy. She had vomited and her body seemed to be convulsing more than normal...and normal is pretty bad. We have our system down so we administered her Diastat (rectal seizure meds) and checked the clock. If the meds take longer than 5 mins to stop the seizure then we call 911...the seizure lasted 10, that we watched. Yes, we sit there and watch her, pray over her, sing her songs and tell her how much we love her, how strong she is, and that it will soon be over...it's a long 5 minutes. We can't hold her or try to make the convulsions stop, we just watch and wait. By the time the paramedics arrived they had slowed down considerably, but she was not "back" yet. I later learned that this period after the seizure is the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Postictal_state">Postictal state</a>...as they said the word about 50 times that night. So, the paramedics didn't even get vitals at the house, they just loaded her up on a stretcher and we got in the ambulance and headed for Medical City...Joe was following shortly as soon as his mom arrived to take care of the boys. <br /><br />Let me take a minute here to say a few blessings that have already occured up to this point in the night:<br /><ol><li>I had Ella's monitor on and heard her...usually if I go to bed before Joe I turn the monitors off so that I can fall asleep and he turns them on when he comes to bed. All of Ella's seizures (up to this point) have happened early in the morning so I've never considered one to happen while we're still awake.</li><li>Through all of the firemen and paramedics being in the house (probably 6 or 7) neither of the boys woke up or made a sound. God knew that we needed to be able to focus all of our attention on Ella and the boys slept soundly at this time.</li><li>Joe's mom lives 20 mins away and has come to our house for almost every seizure so that we can both be up at the hospital...we work much better as a team and a unit.</li></ol><p>So...we head to the hospital. I'm with Ella and feeling pretty..."seizure as usual" until I realize that she's breathing really off and isn't acting her normal "post-seizure" self. Within minutes she's vomiting...has NEVER happened with a seizure before this time. It was so strong and forceful...and then the room erupted. They weren't sure she was protecting her airways so they called in a team of doctors and support personnel to possibly <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tracheal_intubation">intubate</a> her...I was overwhelmed at the number of people who were on my small child. One guy looking down her throat, people on either arm starting lines, people getting supplies ready, and a chest x-ray machine was wheeled in...and Joe wasn't there yet, I literally thought I was going to pass out or break down crying. They decided not to tube her because they found just enough gag reflex to believe that she wouldn't <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulmonary_aspiration">aspirate</a>. In walks Joe, and boy did I need him. They put oxygen on her, and waited for her breathing to regulate and for all of the labs to come back. We did a urine sample (poor child has been cathed so many times!) and we waited...and waited. </p><p>More of God's love for us:</p><p> 4. A very dear and wonderful friend of ours, Catherine Couch, went to our house to stay with Jonathan. This was so special because he's still at the stage where he needs to each at least once during the night and then again early morning so it was amazing that we had someone take care of that so that my Mother-in-law didn't have to. </p><p>We waited and watched as the one o'clock hour came and went...twice (ah, daylight savings). By about 2am (5 hours after the seizure started) we got word that we would be moving to a Pediatric room and by 3am we were settled in and ready for a couple hours of sleep. Sleep. Our room had two beds, which was actually perfect. Joe slept on one bed and I slept with Ella. Ella in a hospital bed is dangerous. She can move around and get around, but has NO concept of falling, getting tangled in cords, or hurting herself...so someone had to be with her at all times, no exceptions. Sleeping in a hospital bed is never comfy, add in a 4-year-old, wires and IV lines, beeping monitors and pumps, and someone coming in every 4 hours to check vitals...I got about 3 hours of sleep that night. Sunday was long. We woke up and realized we didn't know any more than we did a few hours before. I headed home for a couple of hours to hug the boys and check on my mother-in-law. I got a chance to watch our 9:15am service at church with Josh Hamilton as the guest and loved that I got to catch it. </p><p>God loves me, Part 3:</p><p> 5. As I was at home to take care of some things I got online and realized my best friend, Stephanie, who lives in Oxford, England as of 2 months ago, was online. WE GOT TO SKYPE! I got to tell her about Ella's night "in person" and we got to talk. She and her girls prayed with me (and Will) and we got to catch up. I saw today that it was almost 45 minutes long but it seemed to go by so quickly. There were tears shed as we hung up, but God knew I needed her that day and I was so blessed by Him.</p><p>So, I went back up to the hospital. Joe left to come home and thankfully Kristie (who used to be here full-time) came over for the whole afternoon and took care of the boys so that Joe could catch a nap and just catch up. I had some wonderful visitors of Caroline Moore and Marian Ashwill...it's nice when people can come up and laugh and pray and love on your child. Caroline even laid in bed with Ella for a while so that I could just get up and stretch...more blessings. My cousin, Katy, came over to our house after Kristie left so that Joe could do bedtime routine and then come up and hang out with Ella and me for a little while. All of this time we are just waiting for her to just be a little more "with it" and start to eat and drink...she didn't drink anything until after 6pm last night...too late to try and get discharged.</p><p>Last night Ella and snuggled up again in our hospital bed and caught a few more hours of sleep...like 5 or 6! Today our beloved pediatrician came in and broke us out of jail (we *heart* Dr. Nale). All of our labs came back clear. No UTI, no ear infection...nothing they could find to explain anything.</p><p>We're home and recovering. I'm going to bed and getting to sleep the entire night without disruption (thank you sweet Katy for coming back over and taking care of Jonathan tonight) and hopefully our whole family is on the road to recovery.</p><p>This was so much harder for so many reasons. I really hate being away from Will and Jonathan for that long. JT is only 3 months old and I know he doesn't understand, but I feel like I'm abandoning him. Will knows I'm gone and misses me and that makes it hard. Ella only wanted me so I needed to take care of my sick baby...and if I'm honest, this was one of her hardest seizures on me. I very rarely let my brain go to the place that says that we could lose her. That all of her medical complications are just scary individually, but combined she is so fragile and it could go from our "normal" to bad very quickly. Joe used to be so afraid that the seizures would cause a heart attack or at least heart damage...I've never felt so afraid as I did during this attack. </p><p>I know God is teaching me...I just want to remember to rely totally on Him and trust Him to take care of my child...for we are all HIS children and He loves Ella more than I ever could.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-52473892177014678012010-10-24T13:43:00.003-06:002010-10-24T14:30:38.841-06:00Rough Sunday MorningThis was Ella right before we left the house this morning...good start to the day.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTf59UiuTQW1573pih8tTk9UO1vLVNpvaColVxpLSuqPPdXOA04RUyJNxY-Xl9xcKKVOo9gIVHOiBlhx8Kw5_ZDBm4q_PbjspwoGeMXO-kBR0jpWXM0l7P-EDjVWhx-wmRcewk/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531700706528932210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTf59UiuTQW1573pih8tTk9UO1vLVNpvaColVxpLSuqPPdXOA04RUyJNxY-Xl9xcKKVOo9gIVHOiBlhx8Kw5_ZDBm4q_PbjspwoGeMXO-kBR0jpWXM0l7P-EDjVWhx-wmRcewk/s320/002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Then the bottom fell out of my day. As we got to church, unloaded the kids and started making our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">trek</span> into church Ella started crying. I know, most of you who have been around her have NEVER seen (or even heard of) her crying. It's heartbreaking. She has the biggest <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">crocodile</span> tears ever and the sound she makes when she's upset crushes everything that can hold you together. I took her out of her wheelchair and started comforting her, it got better for the elevator ride (good thing because there were a lot of people on there) and then it started again and wouldn't let up. As my dear friend Deborah came to help us...well, I started crying too. It's hard. 53...the number of months without any real communication from my daughter. No words. Oh, people say that she says this or that or understands...but to live with her daily, there is no communication. There are silent answers to things or a "yeah" or "okay"...but because doesn't have a "no"...it's hard to know if she's really answering or just agreeable. By the time I got it together and handed her off to Mrs. Lynn (her teacher for the last 3 years) she was fine, and she did great in Sunday School...even enjoyed the puppet show they had for all the Preschoolers. I have to say, the workers in our church childcare are amazing. They love all of my children and know them, and their quirks, it's really huge blessing. This is going to sound weird, but right now there is a radio commercial that I'm talking on here in Dallas. I'm directly talking about the childcare at church and how much they have meant to us...today was a shining example of why this ministry is so important to me.</div><br /><div></div><div>I cried through Sunday School. I knew Ella was going to be fine, but it broke my heart. I can't communicate with her. I can't have witty banter, and arguments and discuss what she wants to wear...and today I need to ask what was wrong. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>In God's perfect timing we had a study on HOPE and FAITH and TRUST today. The lesson was spoken by a wonderful man who lost a daughter at the age of 6...so he knows a lot about not asking "why" and allowing God to work through our situations. So my goal is to HOPE that Ella will be healed, to have FAITH that He can heal her if it's in His plan and TRUST that He will guide me through the situation regardless of what the outcome is for Ella or me. </div><div> </div><div></div><div>"When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God, whose word i praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me?" Psalm 56:3-4</div><div> </div><div></div><div>"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight." Proverbs 3:5-6</div><div> </div><div></div><div>"And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. For those whom He foreknew, He also predestined to become conformed to the image of His Son, so that He would be the firstborn among many brethren; and these whom He predestined, He also called; and these whom He called, He also justified; and these whom He justified, He also glorified." Romans 8: 28-30</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-89661595460671589012010-09-27T10:08:00.005-06:002010-09-27T10:31:40.711-06:00HeavenSo, after writing the last post I remembered that I've always wanted to post about this song (if you don't know the background, Steven Curtis Chapman wrote/sings this song after the loss of one of his young daughters):<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Heaven is the face of a little girl<br />With dark brown eyes<br />That disappear when she smiles.<br />Heaven is the place<br />Where she calls my name<br />Says, “Daddy please come play with me for awhile.”<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />God, I know, it’s all of this and so much more,<br />But God, You know, that this is what I’m aching for.<br />God, you know, I just can’t see beyond the door.<br />So right now...<br /><br />Heaven is the sound of her breathing deep,<br />Lying on my chest, falling fast asleep while I sing.<br />And Heaven is the weight of her in my arms,<br />Being there to keep her safe from harm while she dreams<br /><br />And God, I know, it’s all of this and so much more,<br />But God, You know, that this is what I’m longing for<br />God, you know, I just can’t see beyond the door.<br /><br />But in my mind’s eye I can see a place<br />Where Your glory fills every empty space.<br />All the cancer is gone,<br />Every mouth is fed,<br />And there’s no one left in the orphans’ bed.<br />Every lonely heart finds their one true love,<br />And there’s no more goodbye,<br />And no more not enough,<br />And there’s no more enemy.<br /><br />Heaven is a sweet, maple syrup kiss<br />And a thousand other little things I miss with her gone.<br />Heaven is the place where she takes my hand<br />And leads me to You,<br />And we both run into Your arms.<br /><br />Oh God, I know, it’s so much more than I can dream.<br />It’s far beyond anything I can conceive.<br />So God, You know, I’m trusting You until I see<br />Heaven in the face of my little girl,<br />Heaven in the face of my little girl.</em> </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u2htO93GBtuJ8kDpxwCF8Biz0uPB9zT11ppUC0lUbJN7bleG4ezyAJ6ufE2_abr15h950zKT4HQYvJp8XfAT0UCDYtj-jKPF6Ne6pyruOBYY9Hfo6FIrM7B0bB413Vgpf9U-/s1600/DSCN6720.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521631191754372322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u2htO93GBtuJ8kDpxwCF8Biz0uPB9zT11ppUC0lUbJN7bleG4ezyAJ6ufE2_abr15h950zKT4HQYvJp8XfAT0UCDYtj-jKPF6Ne6pyruOBYY9Hfo6FIrM7B0bB413Vgpf9U-/s320/DSCN6720.JPG" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I've wanted to re-write the lyrics to reflect how I think heaven will be for Ella. Heaven will be where Ella is able to talk, and run, and dance, and tell jokes, and sing praises to her Savior, and tell us all the thoughts she can't communicate here in this imperfect world. </div><br /><div></div><div>We arrived to the evening service at church last night and the other mission churches of ours were there. As the music started I could see the "Silent Friends" ministry <em>singing</em> their praises...of course they were using sign language. I started to cry. I love singing in church. I always have. I can remember being a youth in church and dancing and singing right next to my friends. We would make up our own motions to the fast songs and to this day I miss standing next to Lesa because she was the person I always loved to hear sing in my ear. Worship through song was always my favorite part of the service, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">even though</span> I can NOT sing according to the ears of this world. I wondered if Ella would ever just close her eyes and sing praises and know that she's singing to the One who saved her. Life with a special needs child is interesting. It's not "normal", and I know this because I have two typical children. It's also not the same kind of loss that is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">experienced</span> when a child dies. I would say it's somewhere in between. I am so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grateful</span> that Ella survived her horrible infection and brain injury, but so sad some days when I realize how much she will miss. Granted, she'll probably miss out on a lot of pain, but I want her to get to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">experience</span> true joy and love. I won't speculate to what will happen to Ella in the future, I mean...she's only 4-years-old; but I can say that there are days when it grips me how different this is than I had planned. Funny, something as simple as shopping is different for us. Ella has to wear one-piece outfits (rompers, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">longalls</span>, etc) but that snap in the crotch for easy opening...not normal for most kids her age/size. I see all these cute clothes for little girls, but I know that I can't buy them and that stinks (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">umm</span>, shopping is one of my favorite things in life!!). </div><br /><div></div><div>Anyway, a lot of rambling and since I'm sleep deprived please excuse me if it doesn't make any sense.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-62178981568457721752010-09-27T09:52:00.002-06:002010-09-27T10:00:03.180-06:00Friends wordsI wanted to link to <a href="http://oursydneygrace.blogspot.com/2010/09/still.html">this blog </a>of a dear friend. I love Alyssa dearly. Her Sydney and my Will are the same age, or would be...God called Sydney home on His time and not ours. Alyssa's words and transparency have been emotional and I feel like I have lived these last, almost 3 years, right along side my friend...even though she lives 700 miles away. I sent Lyss an email this morning to tell her that I realize our stories are very different, but I could relate to the "humor" of God that she writes about in this post.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-71678557962184575032010-08-30T13:11:00.002-06:002010-08-30T16:15:34.046-06:00I hate GBSSo, if you've been reading our blog (or if you know anything about Ella's infection at birth) then the acronym <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">GBS</span> probably has crossed your path. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Group_B_streptococcal_infection"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">GBS</span>=Group B Streptococcus</a>. I hate this infection...it's what caused Ella to be so sick at birth and then caused me 3 days in the hospital a short week after we came home with Jonathan. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">JT</span> (Jonathan Thomas) was born on 8/9/10, and we came home on 8/11/10...by Thursday 8/19/10 I was admitted to the hospital with a horrible infection...I'll explain.<br /><br />First, I went out for the first time on Wednesday night (yes 9 days after baby was born...I had cabin fever). We had a leadership meeting at church with some of our close friends and I wanted to go and thought it would be a good challenge to try and get all 3 kids to church...boy was it. I didn't realize till we were all loaded in the car that I might have over-extended myself already. We headed up to the church for our meeting. I guess I'd forgotten that you really are supposed to take it really easy the first week after childbirth, but honestly with kids, who takes it easy? The meeting was great, I felt horrible, but being with friends at church always seems to make life a little better. Shortly after we got home I told Joe (and my mom) that they were correct, I shouldn't have gone...a warm bath and a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">vicodin</span> and I headed to bed, hoping for some sleep (1 hour at a time). In the morning our sweet Julie watched Ella and Will while Jonathan and I slept in from the lack of sleep during the night. By 10am I was up and at least moving. My wonderful in-laws had come to pick up Will (God is so good to us in ways we aren't even sure of yet) and I took it easy. A great friend, Dori, came over to bring me lunch...and I'm so glad someone was here. Julie had left to take Ella to therapy so it was just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">JT</span> and myself. Dori and her adorable daughter Hallie came over with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chipotle</span> and we chatted, played with the kids and as we were hanging out I started to really feel horrible. At first I thought it was just being tired, then I started to think it was just that lunch hadn't agreed with me...before Dori left I felt horrible. My back hurt so badly, I felt like I had a belt of cramps all the way around my middle, front and back. I ended up taking my temp (101.6) and started having the shakes really bad. Called my doctor, left a message...called Joe, told him to come home...called doctor back and said I needed to talk to someone and my wonderful OB/<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">GYN</span> got on the phone, talked to me for a minute and told me to come straight to his office...he was afraid I had an infection in my uterus. <br /><br />So, my MIL came over to watch <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">JT</span>, Julie walked in with Ella and Joe came to get me all within a few minutes. Joe took me straight to Dr. Oliver's office where it was confirmed, I had a major infection. As I lay on the table getting blood drawn the doctor told me that I needed to be admitted to the hospital. I was devastated (backup...5 weeks after Will was born I had an appendicitis and had to have my appendix removed, and it was horrible being away from my kids and not able to breastfeed for days) and I started to cry...he informed me that if I wasn't admitted on IV antibiotics I would most likely be back in the hospital within days in need of an emergency hysterectomy. I'm not sure if Joe and I are planning on having any more kids, but I wanted to make that decision, not have it be made for me. (I know I have friends out there who have HAD to have emergency surgery or have been told that they, for medical reasons, are done having children...I have watched that pain and realized that I needed to do whatever the doctor told me to do.) I was sick, I was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">delirious</span> and I was freaked out...and I just wanted to feel better.<br /><br />So, I was admitted (poked in my arm about 20 times, well...it FELT like it) and given two antibiotics, TONS of saline (well, 3 gallons every 24 hours) and a morphine drip. Finally, I was diagnosed with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">GBS</span> in my uterus and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polynephritis">kidneys</a>. After my infection was under control the doctor told me that he considered it life threatening, especially knowing what Ella had gone through only 4 years ago with the same infection. Rarely does <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">GBS</span> effect adults this way, but I'm now part of the small percentage of women effected by this infection.<br /><br />I'm doing much better now. Jonathan is 3 weeks old and I've been out of the hospital for about 9 days since the infection. I'm still on medications at home and I do get really worn out, but that that could TOTALLY be from the lack of sleep from life with a newborn. I will say, when the doctor asked me to put my chin to my chest, to check for signs of meningitis I freaked, but luckily we escaped without any long term side effects! I went 28 years without ever hearing about <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">GBS</span>, and I could go the rest of my life without anyone I know ever being effected by it again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17781232.post-47428557313748161222010-08-30T13:04:00.002-06:002010-08-30T13:10:46.961-06:00Home...first few days<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4EhnGP10x7c6V5lfOMQMHw5RgkUgneX-7uUn11eAN3rS-0eRoGvJ9XQdXkavq-KenAJ69ac5XdhJnTjMYvry1Tt-ibtAZD_fAEhavOWiNYrjv2IIoT68X_5-3GRBZKrSBcW2q/s1600/DSCN6583.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511282340429644818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4EhnGP10x7c6V5lfOMQMHw5RgkUgneX-7uUn11eAN3rS-0eRoGvJ9XQdXkavq-KenAJ69ac5XdhJnTjMYvry1Tt-ibtAZD_fAEhavOWiNYrjv2IIoT68X_5-3GRBZKrSBcW2q/s320/DSCN6583.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMaaE0Q-Fd_tWLM7sKTVqTEQdWkY3CVKP65s1RH9VmECLod8FyxchHF1wNY_MawqGFMdZm3vN799mEJbl0c0WM_J-4Yn-9BNmPcBrGDr5y1IcUcPpF8yTA-7TH5CsRaqnplzR/s1600/DSCN6597.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511282349796167234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilMaaE0Q-Fd_tWLM7sKTVqTEQdWkY3CVKP65s1RH9VmECLod8FyxchHF1wNY_MawqGFMdZm3vN799mEJbl0c0WM_J-4Yn-9BNmPcBrGDr5y1IcUcPpF8yTA-7TH5CsRaqnplzR/s320/DSCN6597.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEPskU-_R4liCVFTlp5dXA-cVNVf4SQ6cw-plv2PAnpbD561riiWVMdNTe6CGVvjDAV8r-RxXXDxh57d8ib_QoKZeSxmS6vGOMdPZSP1KhFIBy_FZ4PXt_TF1drttyD5CjTvmL/s1600/DSCN6573.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511282328031016306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEPskU-_R4liCVFTlp5dXA-cVNVf4SQ6cw-plv2PAnpbD561riiWVMdNTe6CGVvjDAV8r-RxXXDxh57d8ib_QoKZeSxmS6vGOMdPZSP1KhFIBy_FZ4PXt_TF1drttyD5CjTvmL/s320/DSCN6573.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiICY2wUurfj7Eu3N5DkjgTs_nfItWNoOEZa7llVZkkarskk6nEupcVJuZyStGpvEybJvqC7QX6M_P5Mpk1ifFHiGZ6fZ0g2FYgAHbAkhl4HVAPTRw2NFWk-gkCQxyEvFWsTwgn/s1600/DSCN6578.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511282335212074402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiICY2wUurfj7Eu3N5DkjgTs_nfItWNoOEZa7llVZkkarskk6nEupcVJuZyStGpvEybJvqC7QX6M_P5Mpk1ifFHiGZ6fZ0g2FYgAHbAkhl4HVAPTRw2NFWk-gkCQxyEvFWsTwgn/s320/DSCN6578.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2