"Our family is a circle of strength. With every birth and every union the circle grows. Every joy shared adds more love. Every crisis faced together makes the circle stronger."
Not much to write today. I am very sick and trying to take care of 3 little girls who are also very sick. One boy seems to be coming down with it, so we've invited him to stay in the "sick" room. The family room has become the hang-out and sleeping area for all who are not well in our home. I think my oldest is enjoying the fact that he gets the loft to himself while his youngest brother is at summer school. Daddy is going to try and keep his distance too.
It's hard to be a good Mommy when you're not feeling well, but I am doing my best. I am glad that I will be going in for another NST tomorrow to make sure Baby is ok.
Hopefully this is a quick virus. Leah was the first one to get sick and the doctor did a few tests on her and concluded it was a virus, so I'm assuming we all have the same thing. Just have to make sure everyone is getting better and not worse each day.
I hear some whining in the next room....
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Tigers!
"Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly."
Our son Ethan had a baseball playoff game last night. His team didn't win, but it was close and it was exciting. Very proud of all the boys on his team. They played well together. Great team this year. Ethan did great! He hit, he ran, he played well in the outfield. He was given the game ball after the game. I got pretty teary-eyed from that. He loves playing baseball and has a wonderful attitude. I'm already looking forward to next season.
We went out for ice cream after the game (excellent dinner choice!) Our little Leah said she was too cold to eat her ice cream. Uh-oh. It was 90 degrees out. By the time we got home her poor little body had a 103 fever. Now we knew why she slept through most of the game. She says nothing hurts, so I'm thinking it must be a virus. We slept on the couch together last night. ("We" meaning me, Leah, Sarah, and my belly.) Leah's been resting all day, drinking water/juice, and watching movies. I'm keeping a close eye on her - even painted her little toenails blue.
Tomorrow we get to go pick up our oldest from Tourettes camp. I'm so excited to see Brandon and hear how the week went. No letters from him yet, so I'm guessing he's been busy having lots of fun. It's so wonderful that he has a camp like this to go to. People come from all over. We are very blessed that we live 30 minutes from it. Brandon can relax and have fun with other children and adults around him that aren't "bothered" by his tics. He even requested not to take his pills while he's there. I had his doctor fax a note over telling the nurse that it was ok. The pills make Brandon tired and hungry. He is thankful that he has a medication that helps his tics, but doesn't enjoy the side effects. He stopped taking his pills as soon as school was out for the summer.
I'm going to go make lunch for everyone and sneak a bit of chocolate for my baby. He/she moves around a lot after I have chocolate and that gives me some comfort that all is well. I am amazed that I still have about 8 weeks to go. When baby does move, it feels like there isn't much room in there. Kind of hurts. My other children enjoy seeing and feeling baby move. Sarah has quite the look on her face when she has her head on my belly and gets "kicked" - she doesn't mind it so much when baby "kicks" her in the back. They're already fighting over who gets mommy :o)
Our son Ethan had a baseball playoff game last night. His team didn't win, but it was close and it was exciting. Very proud of all the boys on his team. They played well together. Great team this year. Ethan did great! He hit, he ran, he played well in the outfield. He was given the game ball after the game. I got pretty teary-eyed from that. He loves playing baseball and has a wonderful attitude. I'm already looking forward to next season.
We went out for ice cream after the game (excellent dinner choice!) Our little Leah said she was too cold to eat her ice cream. Uh-oh. It was 90 degrees out. By the time we got home her poor little body had a 103 fever. Now we knew why she slept through most of the game. She says nothing hurts, so I'm thinking it must be a virus. We slept on the couch together last night. ("We" meaning me, Leah, Sarah, and my belly.) Leah's been resting all day, drinking water/juice, and watching movies. I'm keeping a close eye on her - even painted her little toenails blue.
Tomorrow we get to go pick up our oldest from Tourettes camp. I'm so excited to see Brandon and hear how the week went. No letters from him yet, so I'm guessing he's been busy having lots of fun. It's so wonderful that he has a camp like this to go to. People come from all over. We are very blessed that we live 30 minutes from it. Brandon can relax and have fun with other children and adults around him that aren't "bothered" by his tics. He even requested not to take his pills while he's there. I had his doctor fax a note over telling the nurse that it was ok. The pills make Brandon tired and hungry. He is thankful that he has a medication that helps his tics, but doesn't enjoy the side effects. He stopped taking his pills as soon as school was out for the summer.
I'm going to go make lunch for everyone and sneak a bit of chocolate for my baby. He/she moves around a lot after I have chocolate and that gives me some comfort that all is well. I am amazed that I still have about 8 weeks to go. When baby does move, it feels like there isn't much room in there. Kind of hurts. My other children enjoy seeing and feeling baby move. Sarah has quite the look on her face when she has her head on my belly and gets "kicked" - she doesn't mind it so much when baby "kicks" her in the back. They're already fighting over who gets mommy :o)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Bench Dream
"May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life."
Yesterday I had a Non-Stress Test. It went well. Baby cooperated after they gave me a cup of m&m's to eat :o) I am 32 weeks. Sarah was born at 33 wks so they're keeping a closer eye on me this time. I have to go in once a week for an NST until he/she is born.
I read a story once about a bench. Sitting on this bench are the children you are going to have. After reading this I had a dream about my bench. It was a white bench with a beautiful garden behind it. The garden was surrounded by a white fence and a tall white gate. When I walked over to my bench there was a little boy with blonde hair and big beautiful eyes that sparkled. He had his hands folded on his lap and his legs crossed at the ankles. He had a huge smile on his face and looked like he was trying very hard to hold back a giggle. His legs were swinging back and forth with excitement. I tried to ask him his name, but he just kept looking at me with his beautiful smile without talking. In his eyes I could see a lot of love and anticipation. He looked so sweet and loving. When I went closer...my dream ended.
The next day I told my husband Tom about the dream. We both got teary-eyed thinking that maybe I got a glimpse of our next child.
That night I decided I would try to find out his name again. I did dream of the bench, but instead of asking the boy's name, I asked about the baby I "lost" a few years ago when I miscarried. At that moment I saw a little white, fluffy seed sitting on the bench next to the boy. I felt the need to pick it up. I held it for just a moment then gently blew it out of my hand. The seed floated softly through the air, over the tall gate, and into the garden. It landed on the ground. I watched as a flower grew from the seed. To me, it was the most beautiful flower in the garden. Then I looked at the boy. He had a tender, caring smile on his face. That's when I realized that some things in life are "out of our hands" and that we need to let them go. Everything will turn out ok.
Trust in God.
Yesterday I had a Non-Stress Test. It went well. Baby cooperated after they gave me a cup of m&m's to eat :o) I am 32 weeks. Sarah was born at 33 wks so they're keeping a closer eye on me this time. I have to go in once a week for an NST until he/she is born.
I read a story once about a bench. Sitting on this bench are the children you are going to have. After reading this I had a dream about my bench. It was a white bench with a beautiful garden behind it. The garden was surrounded by a white fence and a tall white gate. When I walked over to my bench there was a little boy with blonde hair and big beautiful eyes that sparkled. He had his hands folded on his lap and his legs crossed at the ankles. He had a huge smile on his face and looked like he was trying very hard to hold back a giggle. His legs were swinging back and forth with excitement. I tried to ask him his name, but he just kept looking at me with his beautiful smile without talking. In his eyes I could see a lot of love and anticipation. He looked so sweet and loving. When I went closer...my dream ended.
The next day I told my husband Tom about the dream. We both got teary-eyed thinking that maybe I got a glimpse of our next child.
That night I decided I would try to find out his name again. I did dream of the bench, but instead of asking the boy's name, I asked about the baby I "lost" a few years ago when I miscarried. At that moment I saw a little white, fluffy seed sitting on the bench next to the boy. I felt the need to pick it up. I held it for just a moment then gently blew it out of my hand. The seed floated softly through the air, over the tall gate, and into the garden. It landed on the ground. I watched as a flower grew from the seed. To me, it was the most beautiful flower in the garden. Then I looked at the boy. He had a tender, caring smile on his face. That's when I realized that some things in life are "out of our hands" and that we need to let them go. Everything will turn out ok.
Trust in God.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Family
"You think my hands are full -- you should see my heart."
I love this saying. I have a jacket that says this and I wear it proudly.
My husband and I have 6 beautiful children and are expecting our 7th in August. I get all kinds of reactions when I am out and I'm asked if this is my first child and I tell them it is my 7th. Or when I'm out with my youngest 3 (all girls) and asked if I'm hoping for a boy this time and I tell them I already have 3 boys. Yes, this is our little tie-breaker. The one that also overfills our van. My husband tells me if the biggest challenge we face with having another child is me learning how to park a full size van, then all is good :o)
Yesterday, we dropped our oldest off at camp. He goes to a Tourette Syndrome camp that is amazing. He is 13 years old and is hoping to be a Jr. Counselor next summer at this camp. Brandon is very artisitc and has a wonderful sense of humor.
Our 2nd child is 10 and loves to play baseball. Ethan has his second playoff game tonight. Go Tigers! Our 3rd is Noah. He is 7 and is full of energy. Number 4 is our oldest girl. She is 6 and is a girlie-girl. Rachel is really into gymnastics and loves to sing. Leah is our 5th child and is 3 yrs old. She is the one I named my blog after. She is our bright blonde hair child and we call her a squirrel because she loves to collect things. She loves purses and will fill them up with everything she can find. If you're missing something - chances are Leah has stashed it somewhere. Sarah is our youngest. She will be 2 in August when our 7th is due. Sarah was 6 1/2 weeks early. It was a very scary time, but she did beautifully and was able to come home when she was only 12 days old and only 4 lbs. She is now keeping up with her siblings and having fun. She always has a sweet smile on.
So now we are expecting our 7th and I thought I'd start blogging. I'm so excited to meet this little one. I started having some Braxton Hicks yesterday and have had a few today. I think it hasn't really hit me that we're having another one until this "false labor" started. We didn't plan to have another child, but I now see how God had this all planned. A year ago I was having some medical issues and was on medication that my doctor warned me would not be good for a baby. Long story short...I traveled and got more opinions and prayed a lot. I bought a prayer card that had a nice prayer about asking God to heal my body and I would do my best to live more for Him. Well, after having more tests done, I was told I was misdiagnosed and taken off all meds. I then went to another doctor to have my legs "fixed" (veins not holding up too well with pregnancies) and had the date for surgery set. Two days before surgery I just felt the need to take a home pregnancy test. I didn't tell anyone - I wasn't even late yet. Well, I came out of the bathroom shaking and crying and told my husband. We were both very surprised and honestly, a little scared. But here we are and I couldn't be happier.
I love this saying. I have a jacket that says this and I wear it proudly.
My husband and I have 6 beautiful children and are expecting our 7th in August. I get all kinds of reactions when I am out and I'm asked if this is my first child and I tell them it is my 7th. Or when I'm out with my youngest 3 (all girls) and asked if I'm hoping for a boy this time and I tell them I already have 3 boys. Yes, this is our little tie-breaker. The one that also overfills our van. My husband tells me if the biggest challenge we face with having another child is me learning how to park a full size van, then all is good :o)
Yesterday, we dropped our oldest off at camp. He goes to a Tourette Syndrome camp that is amazing. He is 13 years old and is hoping to be a Jr. Counselor next summer at this camp. Brandon is very artisitc and has a wonderful sense of humor.
Our 2nd child is 10 and loves to play baseball. Ethan has his second playoff game tonight. Go Tigers! Our 3rd is Noah. He is 7 and is full of energy. Number 4 is our oldest girl. She is 6 and is a girlie-girl. Rachel is really into gymnastics and loves to sing. Leah is our 5th child and is 3 yrs old. She is the one I named my blog after. She is our bright blonde hair child and we call her a squirrel because she loves to collect things. She loves purses and will fill them up with everything she can find. If you're missing something - chances are Leah has stashed it somewhere. Sarah is our youngest. She will be 2 in August when our 7th is due. Sarah was 6 1/2 weeks early. It was a very scary time, but she did beautifully and was able to come home when she was only 12 days old and only 4 lbs. She is now keeping up with her siblings and having fun. She always has a sweet smile on.
So now we are expecting our 7th and I thought I'd start blogging. I'm so excited to meet this little one. I started having some Braxton Hicks yesterday and have had a few today. I think it hasn't really hit me that we're having another one until this "false labor" started. We didn't plan to have another child, but I now see how God had this all planned. A year ago I was having some medical issues and was on medication that my doctor warned me would not be good for a baby. Long story short...I traveled and got more opinions and prayed a lot. I bought a prayer card that had a nice prayer about asking God to heal my body and I would do my best to live more for Him. Well, after having more tests done, I was told I was misdiagnosed and taken off all meds. I then went to another doctor to have my legs "fixed" (veins not holding up too well with pregnancies) and had the date for surgery set. Two days before surgery I just felt the need to take a home pregnancy test. I didn't tell anyone - I wasn't even late yet. Well, I came out of the bathroom shaking and crying and told my husband. We were both very surprised and honestly, a little scared. But here we are and I couldn't be happier.
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