Saturday, November 21, 2015

October, Halloween, and Leaves!

 
For Halloween, Hallie wanted to be a witch (again) and
Justin was Linus (since he is a human Linus!)
 
This is the best pic I got!  Trunk or Treat was a bit of a bust because the Chick-fil-a
cow was there and Hallie had a melt down....
 
 


Picking out pumpkins at the St Luke's Pumpkin Patch!
They loved the wagon!
 

 
 


Mom and I took Hallie to a Fall Festival the Baptist church as one weekend, where she played some games and rode the little train!  Below are videos from that!
 
 
 


 
Daycare took the kids to the fire station.  Just in didn't like the little robot thing...


 
The kids love to dance!  This may be a theme for the winter since we're stuck in the house!
 
Jason says Justin does a booty dance!
 
 
 
 
Dean and Karen got this shirt....appropriate for the moment here!
 
It says "Don't Make Me Call Grandma!"



Justin's first time in the leaves! He loved them!
 

 
 
 
 
 
Justin has been talking a bit more. He can say mine, no, okay, hey (he puts a phone to his ear and says this!)  He's getting a bit a more brave walking but not on his own yet.  We're trying not to worry since the doctor said he's probably fine since he pulls up, etc.
 
Hallie is still enjoying preschool. She learned the Pledge of Allegiance and is getting really good at writing her name and knowing letters!
 
We hope to survive the winter! The kids love to be outside, so I hope that our playroom will come in really handy!


Tuesday, October 6, 2015

September fun! Hallie turns Five!


Jason took this picture, one of our favs!


 
 
He did this randomly one night! Superbaby!

 

Hallie wanted to snuggle with "her baby" one night! 



We had Hallie's 5th birthday party at Lakewood Park!  Nana made her birthday cake!







These pictures are a bit blurry since Hallie went from one present to the next! 
It was like a tornado!









He will actually wear a hat sometimes!

 



Hallie's new thing is waking Justin up during the school week. She will tell me to wait until she's in his crib and then I can come in!  He likes to climb in her lap!




We went to an Apple Farm in Morganton a few weekends ago!




They love wagon rides!




Justin eating an oreo!




Yes, they take baths together!

 


Some pictures from Nana and Papas!





 
Little bro acting like a Big Bro!
 

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

In Honor of the First One


This is raw and emotional, so be prepared!  A good friend of mine had a miscarriage about a month ago and she ended up writing about it and I thought it would be a good idea to put my story on "paper" as well!  Hallie and Justin will know about the miscarriage one day and it's much easier to write than talk about!  I'll have some pics up soon!

I think Jason and I were watching “The Sound of Music” on a Saturday night in mid September 2009 when I took the first pregnancy test.  In less than a minute, it had both lines.  I told him and I think we were both more shocked than anything.  We had only tried for one month.  I ended up taking two more tests, on different days, at different times of the day.  All showed two lines quickly. 

I had the typical pregnancy systems (according to what I read):  fatigue, nausea, tenderness. I remember taking a quick 25 minute nap during my lunch hour.  I did the due date calculation on the internet and it was April 28th. I wondered if I would have the baby on my birthday.

We decided not to tell people until I had my first doctor’s appointment, but Jason ended up telling his brother and I told my boss and office manager since I had my annual review around that time of the year.

I felt nervous for the first appointment, knowing that many women leave with bad news.

I remember the tech looking at the monitor during my ultrasound and asking me, “Are you sure about the first day of your last cycle?”

Of course I was sure. It was 2 months ago, to the exact day that was today. Why would she ask this?
I told her yes.

Then, she flipped around the screen and said, “Because I just see a sac right now, but no baby.”

I saw on the monitor what looked like a clear, oval shape.  No movement, just like an oval you’d draw on a piece of paper.

I felt confused.  I had read that by now (8 weeks along), there should be a heartbeat.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Well, it could mean that you’re not as far along as we thought. We’ve had other people come in and it’s taken a few weeks to see the heartbeat.  The doctor will explain more.”

I felt a twist in my stomach I hadn’t felt in a long time. I had expected a “Yes, you are pregnant” or an “Unfortunately, no, you aren’t pregnant.”

But I hadn’t expected a maybe……

I had gone to the doctor by myself so as I sat in the room, waiting for the doctor to come, I remember thinking, ‘What is going on, God?”

The doctor came in and told me that usually at 8 weeks, they see a baby and heartbeat, but it could be that I was just 6 weeks along and that was why.  She was about my age, pretty, and very kind as she explained it.  I remember her telling me I’d come back next week for another ultrasound and in kindness, telling me not to worry too much about it.

I went to the car and called Jason, trying to hold back tears. He asked me if I was okay and I don’t even know how I replied.  I wasn’t okay even if I said I was.

I ate lunch and went back to work that afternoon.  Lots of my co-workers were out that afternoon. It was quiet, calm.  I tried to focus on work, to distract myself, but I couldn’t.

What was I supposed to think?  Were we supposed to tell people or wait until next week? What does this mean?

I felt like my body was betraying me, leading me on to believe something that wasn’t 100% true.

I hated to think of telling our families not to get too excited, we weren’t sure if I was really pregnant or not…that seemed like pulling them into this vortex of uncertainty and sparing them would be the best thing.

But I remember clearly thinking that if I had a daughter, and I found out that she had this terrible week of not knowing she was pregnant, I would be upset if she didn’t tell me.  As worrisome and disappointing as it is, I would rather know about her pain and be with her in it, than to find out later.

So, we told our families.  In one way, it felt good to know I wasn’t hiding something from them.  But I felt bad for adding to whatever stress they already had.

The week of waiting was hard! “What if” thoughts invaded my brain constantly.  Part of me wanted to be positive, but the other part wanted me to be prepared if the bad news came. I’m not even sure how I prayed to God during that time.  I felt like fate was sealed, nothing could change what would happen.

For the next appointment, Jason and my mom went with me. I remember telling my office manager when I left that I would call her if I wasn’t coming back (aka bad news).

In the ultrasound room, I could tell there wasn’t a baby yet because the tech (the same one from the week before) didn’t show the screen right away.  She said things looked about the same as they did last week, but when is saw the screen, I could tell it was different.

There was no longer an oval shape; it looked more like a distorted blob and it had moved down towards the bottom of my uterus.  I knew at that point it wasn’t going to be good news.

The doctor confirmed there was no baby. I remember telling Jason and mom I was sorry.

Then, for whatever reason, before even thinking, I said “Maybe you’ll see me again in a couple of months” having no idea why that came out of my mouth.

We decided that best thing to do would be to take medicine that would cause contractions before doing the D&C.

I cried as I tried to rest that afternoon as Jason made some calls to his family.  We sent emails to my co-workers, and friends and got an outpouring of compassionate responses and prayers.  Many opened up about their miscarriages; some I knew about, some I didn’t.

I thought I could go back to work the next day, but ended up just wanting to say home and hide.

I waited until after the weekend to take the medicine since Jason and I had tickets to the U2 concert in Raleigh that Saturday.  It ended up being very healing.  The concert was outside in the football stadium and I remember commenting that the moon seemed so close, so bright that I couldn’t take my eyes off it for awhile.  They played my favorite songs, including one I didn’t expect for their encore (“UltraViolet- Light My Way”).

We got home Sunday and I had to start the process.  I watched movies on the couch for the next day, taking over the counter pain medication frequency as it felt a bit more intense than a regular period.

I went back to the doctor on Tuesday, this time seeing the mid-wife that worked there. She told me she had the same thing happen with her first pregnancy. I thought that was nice that she shared with me. (She ended up being the one who delivered Hallie less than a year later).

I had to take another round of medication because the sack was still there, so I was out of work for a few more days.

I remember the next day going onto my sister in law’s blog. She was pregnant, due in a few months.  She wrote about how there were so many people that they knew that were pregnant and how exciting it was that her son would have all these playmates close to his age.

It hit me like a ton of bricks that I was not included in that category.

For the first time, I really broke down.  I remember sobbing in the shower, feeling so isolated and alone.

I felt cheated.

I felt like a failure.

I wanted so badly for jealousy and bitterness not to consume me, but in the next few months, it got harder. My other sister in law at the time announced a pregnancy, her due date in late May (almost exactly a month behind what would have been ours).  Friends from college emailed that they were pregnant with their third child, due within a week or so of when ours would have been due. 

I felt like each time, it would have hurt less if someone had just smacked me in the face.

If having children is a blessing from God, what does it mean when you have a miscarriage or infertility? Does that mean you’re somehow not blessed by God?  Is it a punishment? Why do some pregnancies end so tragically, while others don’t?

One of the books I read during that time was Phillip Yancey’s Where is God When It Hurts?  I had read before, but reading it now took on a different meaning.  I wanted so badly to believe that God was with me in this; that He wasn’t against me. 

Some days, grace took over the feelings of confusion and hurt, and other days, questioning God’s goodness in this situation swarmed likes bees in my head.

I knew scriptures of God’s sovereignty, that he can take bad things and turn them into good. I’d seen this with other things that happened in my life.

But sometimes, I felt so low that I wondered if all this was in vain. 

Added to that was the haunting question I had…was this really a baby?  No fetus actually developed, but technically, an egg was fertilized and my body treated it as a pregnancy.

So what did that mean?

I always said I believed a life at conception, but didn’t really know what they meant. I had no idea there was such a thing as a “blighted ovum.”  (What it is technically called).

In my head, sometimes I referred to it as a fake pregnancy and anytime someone makes that joke about “You can’t be a little bit pregnant”, the cynical side of me rolls my eyes and wants to say “Are you sure about that? Here’s what can happen” and tell my story.

But if I do truly believe at life at conception (not at 6-8 weeks when there’s a heartbeat/baby), then I have to believe that there is a baby in heaven for me, that we really have three kids instead of two.

Writing this six years later is easier than writing while going through it.  I have seen God use my miscarriage to break my pride, strengthen my faith, and find a compassion, a connection with so many people who ended up having ones of their own.

Today is the exact date and day of the week we found out there was no baby:

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009.

I always feel a bit sad around this time of year and have realized that is okay.   A loss is a loss.

So, today I honor the baby I won’t meet until heaven- the one, who despite a short earthly existence, impacted my life and also the lives of others.

You helped me believe that God’s love and grace are there even in sad circumstances.

You helped me connect with God and people in a way I never knew before.

Your short life was not in vain.





Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Finishing out the summer and Hallie starting Pre-School!

 
Hallie started preschool at Viewmont on the 24th!  It was a rough transition: she didn't want her photo made, she answered the question, "Are you excited to be at school today?" as No (the only one with that answer) and screamed/cried when I left....
 
Today was much better and she let me take her picture! She says she likes her school now!
 
 
She wanted me to take a video too!
 


Finally got a good family pic for 2015!
 

 
Justin found a new use for a washcloth. 
The jury is still out if he's going to be nuttier than his sister.
 
 
 
Justin pushing Hallie down the slide at McDonalds!
 

 


Hallie said he looked like a grandma and Jason said Elton John!
 

 
He loves sunglasses!

 
 
 
We took a plastic lego table and put water "in" it and the kids loved it!
 


 


At the Shoppes on the Parkway
 

 
Riding big wheel bikes!  We do this almost every night!






Not only does he like PB, he likes Ketup!
 



While Jason was in Montana, we went to Hickory Dickery Dock,
where he loves to climb!
 





Hallie getting her hair cut by Nana!
 





Justin's little people look alike!
 


 
Feet in the water at Nana's and Papa's!
 



We call this "Baby Bungee"!
Hopefully, this is the only time he'll do anything like bungee jumping!