I just love those cute little girls!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Random thoughts & lots of pictures
Not much of anything interesting to report here. Tomorrow is my glucose test. ugh! I think they like torturing pregnant women. So tonight I have to fast and drink some icky syrup stuff in the morning, while I'm trying not to get car sick on the hour and 1/2 drive to the doctor's office, where they plan to poke me and take my blood. Boo!
On a lighter note, my sweet husband brought Brayden home two big water heater boxes from work. Well if that wasn't fun enough, they had a blast transforming them tonight. Below is the result. It's amazing what you can do with a box knife and some duct tape. Next I think we need a little spray paint and maybe some streamers to make "fire" in the back!
Okay so I have a ton of pictures to share so enjoy!
Drug free week Rock Star Day
I actually didn't tell him to make that face but he looks like a little dark punk rocker!
Fire Safety Day
Halloween, my little Wolverine
The highchair I painted and antiqued. It actually is an antique but it was an ugly honey brown color. I love it now, it just needs another coat of lacquer and it will be done. Yes I painted, stained, sealed it by myself but I did in a well ventilated area. lol
The cradle I got at a consignment sale. I love it so much! I made the mat and bedding. It turned out exactly like I wanted!
Another consignment sale find, Handmade bedding,
can't wait to get the crib out of the garage and cleaned up so I can put it in it!
Monday, November 2, 2009
History
History is a big deal. Growing up you take World History, United States History, and who knows what else. When you become an adult, you get to add just one more and it's a lot less fun. Health History. Ugh! I cannot stand those two words because I know they are going to mean a whole extra page on whatever I'm filling out, along with the Doctor staring from me to the paper for at least 10 minutes once he makes it to the exam room. You'd think he'd read it before but it never seems to work that way.
In April 2005, days after I gave birth, via c-section, to my beautiful son, I was diagnosed with Peripartum Cardiomyopathy. A mouthful for a scared, 21 year old, first time mother sitting in the ER in full heart failure. I had spent 3 months battling what we had thought was Pregnancy Induced Hypertension. In and out of the hospital trying to balance the risk between my declining health and making it to term with this sweet little life inside me. My doctor finally made the choice to deliver at 35 weeks 5 days, almost term. 6 days later I lay in the cardiac ICU with the nurses staring at me like I'm some sort of cross between an alien and a china doll. After all most of there patients were at least 50+ and didn't come with living, breathing, nursing baggage. PPCM occurs in 1 in 4000 live births and only a quarter of those are young women giving birth to their first child. If I did my math correctly, that makes me 1 in 16,000. How do you like those odds!
With all that said, I am obviously here to write this blog and am pregnant again! Some people, (including my mom!) think that I'm crazy. Maybe I am, that has yet to be tested! But the Lord called me for His purposes. After 4 years of thinking our little family was complete the Lord started in on my heart. Looking back I know now that it started much earlier. In April of 2009, I realized that something was missing. He was telling me something but I wouldn't listen and it was tearing me apart. All the what-ifs bombarded me. What if I leave Brian to take care of Brayden alone? What if I leave Brian to take care of Brayden and a baby alone? What if I have to make the choice between my baby's life and mine? Would Brian ever forgive me if I didn't choose myself?
I tried to fill up my time because when I was alone I couldn't stop thinking about it. One day I was reading my Bible and I read this verse: "Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul...Teach me to do your will, for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground." Psalm 143 8&10. Well to say that I lost it might be a bit of an understatement. I begged the Lord to show me how to put my complete full trust in Him and let go completely. I try to control things. For people that know me that's probably not much of a shocker. I plan, replan, and over plan sometimes. I feel the need sometimes to be given a choice even if my decision is obvious. I'm still working on this. I broke down crying later that night and just asked Brian to pray about another baby. Not to make a decision or to have any prejudices going in. Just to pray with an open heart. Well I guess the Lord was working on him too! So our little guy is due March 1, 2010. I will have a c-section scheduled for some time in February 2010. Last month, I visited a new cardiologist and had an echo. My heart function is on the lower end of normal with my ejection fraction at 59, which is pretty good. I am just so greatful to have this oppurtunity to be a mom again. So far I am healthy and so is little baby Asher. What more could I ask for?
In April 2005, days after I gave birth, via c-section, to my beautiful son, I was diagnosed with Peripartum Cardiomyopathy. A mouthful for a scared, 21 year old, first time mother sitting in the ER in full heart failure. I had spent 3 months battling what we had thought was Pregnancy Induced Hypertension. In and out of the hospital trying to balance the risk between my declining health and making it to term with this sweet little life inside me. My doctor finally made the choice to deliver at 35 weeks 5 days, almost term. 6 days later I lay in the cardiac ICU with the nurses staring at me like I'm some sort of cross between an alien and a china doll. After all most of there patients were at least 50+ and didn't come with living, breathing, nursing baggage. PPCM occurs in 1 in 4000 live births and only a quarter of those are young women giving birth to their first child. If I did my math correctly, that makes me 1 in 16,000. How do you like those odds!
With all that said, I am obviously here to write this blog and am pregnant again! Some people, (including my mom!) think that I'm crazy. Maybe I am, that has yet to be tested! But the Lord called me for His purposes. After 4 years of thinking our little family was complete the Lord started in on my heart. Looking back I know now that it started much earlier. In April of 2009, I realized that something was missing. He was telling me something but I wouldn't listen and it was tearing me apart. All the what-ifs bombarded me. What if I leave Brian to take care of Brayden alone? What if I leave Brian to take care of Brayden and a baby alone? What if I have to make the choice between my baby's life and mine? Would Brian ever forgive me if I didn't choose myself?
I tried to fill up my time because when I was alone I couldn't stop thinking about it. One day I was reading my Bible and I read this verse: "Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul...Teach me to do your will, for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground." Psalm 143 8&10. Well to say that I lost it might be a bit of an understatement. I begged the Lord to show me how to put my complete full trust in Him and let go completely. I try to control things. For people that know me that's probably not much of a shocker. I plan, replan, and over plan sometimes. I feel the need sometimes to be given a choice even if my decision is obvious. I'm still working on this. I broke down crying later that night and just asked Brian to pray about another baby. Not to make a decision or to have any prejudices going in. Just to pray with an open heart. Well I guess the Lord was working on him too! So our little guy is due March 1, 2010. I will have a c-section scheduled for some time in February 2010. Last month, I visited a new cardiologist and had an echo. My heart function is on the lower end of normal with my ejection fraction at 59, which is pretty good. I am just so greatful to have this oppurtunity to be a mom again. So far I am healthy and so is little baby Asher. What more could I ask for?
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