Sunday, April 12, 2015

According to the sonographer...

...we are officially 20 weeks!!!

As much as I'd like to say all of the anxiety has passed, it still lingers over me like a cloud. Praise God that He is my sunshine and my umbrella. :-) He has given me many distractions, which include family, Sam, Abner, thinking about strollers, etc. These distractions and much prayer and time with Him have kept my thoughts away from the "what ifs?" a bit more than our last pregnancy. Though I still fear really planning for this baby, but I trust a Greater Plan beyond my control and fears.

     "The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still."  -Exodus 14:14

I was reminded of that verse a few years ago. It was incredibly applicable with everything going on at that time, and I have clung to it ever since. I find I am comforted by this often, especially as a mom: a mom who feels overwhelmed with motherhood, life, pregnancy...

It's been a while since we updated you guys, but we are happy to announce we have officially survived another winter in NY! These winters are much longer and colder than anything I ever experienced in GA! :-D We are appreciating the playgrounds again and enjoying some stroller walks with Sam!


One of the great playgrounds near our house!
This winter, Sam discovered his love of tracks, 
blocks, cars, and all things BOY!
*Notice Abner doing what he does best: resting.*


We finally had our diagnostic ultrasound (aka the gender ultrasound) this week! I say finally, as I feel as if I have been waiting forever to see this sweet baby! We weren't able to get any printed pictures, but Kyle took a few with his phone. Here is a nice profile pic of the baby:

I'm pretty certain this baby is singing all the time.

We were thankful to hear the baby is measuring well, and everything looked ok. We opted for genetic testing, and those results came back normal, too! So far, things are progressing well. We have 20 weeks to go. We're half-way there!!!

I shared during our pregnancy with Sam that Moses girls marry into the family. So, we have been thinking through the items we already have from Sam's birth, and we have been thinking about boy themes for the nursery.  We have plenty of boy clothes and blankets, so we should be pretty well-prepared for this baby...




...except for the fact that we were given some surprising news:










Mommy and Sam's favorite place on campus! 








We are looking forward to introducing you to 
Penelope Caroline in August!



Here's the update on the pregnancy summary:

Week: 20

Due Date: August 23 or 28 
(We should probably start taking bets on when this baby will actually make her appearance. "Fashionably late like Mommy?" or "Always on time like Daddy?")

How do I feel?  Still somewhat anxious; less sleepy (I can survive most days without a nap!); the nausea is gone; a lot of pulling in my abdomen (probably from my surgical scars.)

Most exciting moment this month: How about most surprising?!? Finding out this baby is a girl. I am still in shock that we are pregnant, so finding out we are having a girl just adds to the excitement. *That ultrasound better be correct...*

What do I miss?  I am enjoying decaf coffee more than before, but I still miss my doctors. 

Is the baby moving?  Yes, I have been feeling the flutters for a while, and this baby likes to kick every now and then. 

What do I crave? I crave chocolate, Dr. Pepper, Coffee, grits, and fruit. 

What makes me sick?  Lately, I get sick if I go too long without eating. Also, I feel pretty miserable if I eat a full meal. 

What do I fear?  I still worry about not making it to the hospital in time and delivering this baby in a car or at home. Also, I worry about what to do with Sam, what if we go into labor early and have to deliver at a different hospital, and what if the baby needs to go to the NICU and has to be transported to a different hospital.

What am I looking forward to? Meeting this sweet baby!


What feels different this time?  Well, now that we are having a girl, we are in greater awe than before. I honestly feel older this time, too. Knowing my daddy will not hold this baby hurts my heart, and I know it will be difficult for my family to come here to meet her. Being pregnant far from home is harder than I realized it would be. Last year before my daddy died, I longed for home more than ever. Maybe I'm just getting older and sentimental. :-)

We continue to pray for this sweet baby, mommy's health, and Sam. We pray he is a great big brother and for God to grant us wisdom and discernment as He blesses us with the privilege to parent these sweet children.  


So, I guess it's time to start shopping for all things lace, flowers,
ruffles, smocked, monogrammed and girly!


Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Really? Again? But we were told it couldn't happen...

...we were told it should have never happened in the first place.

..."if anyone offers to do IUI or IVF on you guys, run! They just want your money."

..."So much for science."

All of those are things we have been told by our doctors.

Early last year, I saw my primary doctor with concerns about fertility. We knew Sam was a blessing. A huge blessing that according to most doctors, "should have never been able to happen." I sat through my appointment and listened to my primary care doctor explain my cycles and how people get pregnant. Thank you, oh so much, for that 8th grade health lesson. Dude. Trust me. I've got this. I'm probably more familiar with fertility than you are. (One of the joys of struggling through a diagnosis is becoming an expert on the subject.) He began to explain we needed to be more "active" "all the time." *Sigh.* Sorry, Doc, but on that note, you are wrong. I asked to be referred to a specialist, and he told me to go home, try some more, relax, and follow up in a few months. Thanks again for nothing. I left this appointment frustrated with this system and just sort of gave up on the subject.

Six months later, I saw this doctor for a gyn issue and was referred to the gyn department. After listening to our history, my doctor said to follow up in a few weeks and we would discuss options. I returned later that month, and he began to discuss Clomid...

...I came home and talked to Kyle about starting Clomid. We decided we'd pray about it for a while before I filled my prescription. So, we prayed. And prayed. And asked for prayer. And prayed. A month later, I went to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription. As luck would have it, we were caught in traffic (we live 3 or 4 blocks from the hospital,) and there was some sort of flag situation at the front of the hospital, so I stopped to wait for that. THE PHARMACY CLOSED BEFORE WE GOT TO THEM. Two days later, my mom called to tell me that my dad was on life support, and I needed to come to Georgia. I later told Kyle, "God knew we didn't have time for Clomid this month."

I went to Georgia for three months, which would have made Clomid useless, as I kind of need Kyle to help with that process. After I returned to New York, I was still grieving and wasn't really in the mood to think about pregnancy or fertility. Clomid didn't even cross our minds.

In November, we started talking about trying to get pregnant again. I picked up my prescription, we started tracking ovulation, and decided we'd start Clomid in December.

December rolled around, but my cycle never came. So, we laughed and I sent Kyle to the store and said, "Buy those cheap $1 pregnancy tests. Get like 5 of them. Don't buy the expensive tests. I don't want to waste money."

Kyle came home, we took a test, and it was negative. I laughed. We left it on the sink and went back downstairs to watch tv. Several hours later, we came back upstairs, and Kyle said, "Um, this is positive." I grabbed the box and said, "You can't read the results after several hours have passed." He said, "Ok. Let's take another one in the morning." "Fine, " I thought, "You can thank me later, Kyle, for saving us $20 on pregnancy tests. $1 down. $1 to go..."

We woke up, I took a test, and...

Ha! Two lines!
*This explains why I had been so tired!!!

So, we found out two days before we were to leave for Christmas. Before we were to take a trip from NY to GA in a car. With a dog. And a toddler. OH. SWEET HEAVENS. We decided it would be fun to let Sam announce the good news, so we made a shirt:


"We" made this shirt: Kyle picked out the appliqué,
and I got to work on my under-utilized sewing machine.
It took our family a little while to figure out what was going on. One person said they noticed but figured it was a hand-me-down shirt from our nephew. HAHAHA! I'm not THAT thrifty to put a birth announcement on Sam if we aren't pregnant! HAHAHAHA!


Around 6 weeks, we had some bleeding and went in for a viability scan. We saw a fetal pole and flickering (a heartbeat.) Praise the Lord!

Six week ultrasound. Praise the Lord for good news!

It took a while, but we finally saw a doctor. We're 11 weeks! The in-office ultrasound wasn't great for pictures, but I saw the baby's hand and feet moving and a heartbeat in the 150's.

11 weeks! This mama is so relieved to see her baby again. 

Needless to say, I am overwhelmed with anxiety. I spoke to the doctor today, and he said that was normal given my history. I wish and pray I could be the pregnant girl who just relishes her pregnancy, who doesn't fear every time she goes to the bathroom, every time she feels a pain, or every. little. thing. When I was younger and dreamed of being pregnant, I never considered the fears and anxiety that plague my heart and mind. 

We return in 5 weeks for a check-up and to schedule the 18-week ultrasound. Once again, 18 weeks is always on our hearts.

We are so thankful for the friends and family that have been walking through this process with us, holding our hands and hearts especially over the past three months. We continue to covet your prayers as we begin this journey with our new baby. We have new complications given my age and health, and we continue to pray for a full-term healthy baby. 


I always love reading people's pregnancy summaries, so let's try it this time:

Week: 11


Due Date: August 28 (though the early ultrasound estimates August 23.) Kyle and I are guessing late July. Sam wasted no time joining this family; I can't imagine this baby is going to want to just hang out and veg in my belly.


How do I feel?  Anxious; very sleepy; a bit nauseated, but that goes away with a snack.


Most exciting moment this month: Seeing the baby and finally getting in to see a doctor! My two appointments have been cancelled due to snow!


What do I miss?  Caffeinated coffee. Sleep. My doctors at UNC. 


Is the baby moving?  Yes, at least I have seen him moving on the ultrasound. I haven't felt any movement yet.


What do I crave? Fresh pineapple, which is incredibly difficult to find, Dr. Pepper (Kyle lets me taste his when he drinks them,) spinach, tortilla chips.


What makes me sick?  Mostly smells:  dirty dishes, the trash can, milk, hot peanut butter. Pad Thai made me sick during the last two pregnancies, so I have no desire to see if that aversion still exists. 


What do I fear?  Not making it to the hospital in time and delivering this baby in a car or at home.


What am I looking forward to? Finding out if we are having a boy or a girl, holding our new baby, delivering in a hospital with competent professionals, ordering maternity pants (I am living in yoga pants right now.)


What feels different this time?  I feel a little more confident about things this time. I definitely don't know everything, but I feel better prepared to ask appropriate questions and to have appropriate expectations. Oh, and I have a toddler this time. Please pray for enough energy to be a good mom to Sam!


Psalm 34
I will bless the Lord at all times;
His praise shall continually be in my mouth.
My soul will make its boast in the Lord;
The humble will hear it and rejoice.
O magnify the Lord with me,
And let us exalt His name together.
I sought the Lord, and He answered me,
And delivered me from all my fears.
They looked to Him and were radiant,
And their faces will never be ashamed.
This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him
And saved him out of all his troubles.
The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him,
And rescues them.
O taste and see that the Lord is good;
How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him!
O fear the Lord, you His saints;
For to those who fear Him there is no want.
The young lions do lack and suffer hunger;
But they who seek the Lord shall not be in want of any good thing.
Come, you children, listen to me;
I will teach you the fear of the Lord.
Who is the man who desires life
And loves length of days that he may see good?
Keep your tongue from evil
And your lips from speaking deceit.
Depart from evil and do good;
Seek peace and pursue it.
The eyes of the Lord are toward the righteous
And His ears are open to their cry.
The face of the Lord is against evildoers,
To cut off the memory of them from the earth.
The righteous cry, and the Lord hears
And delivers them out of all their troubles.
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
And saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Many are the afflictions of the righteous,
But the Lord delivers him out of them all.
He keeps all his bones,
Not one of them is broken.
Evil shall slay the wicked,
And those who hate the righteous will be condemned.
The Lord redeems the soul of His servants,
And none of those who take refuge in Him will be condemned.




Friday, January 30, 2015

My Soccer Team

When I was younger, or crazy because college is awesome and allows you to dream, people would ask if I wanted children. I would respond, "Yes. I want an entire soccer team."

Fast forward to today. I'm thirty-something, and I haven't desired a soccer team in a LONG, LONG time. What happened? What killed that energetic girl who loved the crazy chaos of children? Was it an extended period of single hood during which I enjoy the freedom of life without restrictions? Did she die with age? Possibly, the fact that I am no longer youthful and energetic plays a role in this. Is it because I moved away from my "village," those friends and family I can count on to hold my hand, my heart, and my baby night or day when I need it most? Our parents can't exactly travel at the drop of a hat to visit for extended periods of time. In fact, my family may never see our home here. Honestly, I fear it's a little of all of these.

Why am I thinking about this? I had a conversation with a friend. She has three children. Three marvelous children. Someone asked why she hadn't had her tubes tied. Really? Really! During the throws of motherhood, I have wondered why people have so many children. Usually, I am struggling with understanding HOW THEY SURVIVE MOTHERHOOD with so many children. Yet, I don't think (or at least I hope) I have suggested birth control. Maybe I have. I am so sorry if I have. I mean, ask me my opinion on an incredibly stressful day when some smug mom says, "Oh, it gets better," and keeps walking instead of offering to assist me in anyway, and I might say I'm pretty sure we aren't having more children.  This is sarcasm, as we want more children. We just have problems getting pregnant and carrying to term.

I am watching my friends with multiple children (and friends with multiples) and thinking, "WOW! These moms are doing it." They are surviving motherhood and doing it with grace. I am listening to their honesty in absolute awe and admiration. None of them say it's easy, but they all say they love their children and wouldn't change their families for anything. Sure, they'd all love a bigger house, a bigger or newer car, more money, but they're doing their best with what they have.

I am noticing the moms that have JOY. There are moms who are beaten down by motherhood, struggling to feed, clothe, and provide for their children, but they have JOY. They have HOPE. They have LOVE. Even on their worst days, they have a spirit that can't be denied. I spent the day with a JOYFUL mom. She was amazing. She wasn't snarky. She didn't judge other moms (or my parenting) and explained she can't be bothered by those who judge her, either. She admitted every one of her children were different and required different parenting technique. I believe she said, "You know, we just do what works best for each child and for our family. That's it." Simple. Honest. Truth.

As a family, we've been struggling with discipline in our own home. We try parenting classes, we read books, we talk to friends. WE HAVE NO CLUE WHAT WE ARE DOING, but I pray we will find JOY in our parenting. JOY in what God has blessed us with. JOY in the everyday adventure. We want to exude HOPE, JOY, LOVE.
"Paypah Sam"