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Saturday, May 24, 2014

Summer Bucket List

We've been doing a lot of waiting around here.
It's been over two months since we had a foster placement. 
And, as many of you know, I am not good at waiting.

This has been a particular struggle for me because it's so out of my control!
There's nothing I can do to speed up the waiting process.
Simultaneously, there's not a whole lot I can do to prepare material things (clothes, food, etc.).

I've been doing a lot of holding-my-breath.
It hasn't been fun.
So, instead of living life on pause, we're gonna kick things into gear around here and adapt as we need to!

It is with this attitude that I present our
  •  Make and eat ice cream
  • Make and eat popsicles
  • Take a trip up to Tahoe
  • Go jet-skiing
  • Make s'mores
  • Swimming!
  • Have a picnic
  • Go to the beach
  • Eat some sno-cones
  • Make and eat lots of smoothies
  • Play in the sprinklers
  • Build an awesome fort
  • Blow bubbles
  • Read lots of books
  • Draw with sidewalk chalk
  • Make and deliver cupcakes
  • Write letters to far away family members
  • Take lots of silly pictures
  • Wash the cars
  • Tie-dye some shirts
  • Watch fireworks
  • BBQ
  • Ride the train at The Fountains
  • Go to one of the food-truck nights in Rocklin
  • Have a squirt-gun fight!
  • Spread lots of sunshine

What's on your bucket list this summer?


Thursday, May 15, 2014

Banners of Love

I have to start this post with the disclaimer that I am still learning how to sew.

That being said, 
I sewed some banners for my kiddo's room!
And, I'm thrilled with the look of them!

I started these banners when we had our last foster son (FS) - he was our monkey (J is our elephant), and so it was fun to incorporate monkeys and elephants into the banner.

However, God has been whispering to my heart that our next placement is going to be a little girl.  So the room has been all changed around, including a re-vamped banner with a new color scheme!  And I'm kind of in love with how it looks!


Here's how I made it:
Buy 1/2 yard of each fabric (this was plenty, but I wouldn't go any less).
 Trace the triangles onto the fabric (I traced right on to the "right" side of the fabric because it was easier for me to line up the triangles with which parts of the fabric I wanted showing).  The dimensions I used were 7" across and 8" tall.
Cut out your triangles, place "right" sides facing in together, and stitch the two sides of the triangle closed (not the top) using a 1/2"-ish seam allowance. 
Bust out some bias tape, pin your triangles inside the bias tape, and then stitch straight down the bias tape, securing all your triangles inside the fold.

Bam!
Beautiful banner! 

Audience participation time: Do you think it would be a worthwhile idea to sell banners like these on etsy?  Be honest!

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Praying It's Soon

J has hit "terrible twos" with all the force he can muster.
And he's not quite 2 yet (he will be in less than a month).
But the tantrums, screaming, hitting, yelling "NO!" and the general mood-swings are in full affect around here.
He struggles with communication, too.  He talks with his mouth closed.  It's the strangest thing.  He'll open his mouth for about half of his words.  But the other half?  It's just one long guessing game (with a lot of "NOOOOO"'s from J when I guess wrong).
Don't get me wrong - he is still the sweetest, happiest, most adorable little boy I have ever met in my life.  We really do spend the majority of our time giggling, playing and exploring together.  
He just also happens to drive me bonkers some of the time.  

And yet, while I'm struggling with J (nap time took no less than 4 attempts spread out over 3 hours today), my heart aches for another child.

How much sense does that make?
None, actually.

Here I am with my hands full with a busy almost-two-year-old, teaching piano/voice 20 hours a week, and general mom/wife stuff (you know, things like Target trips).  
Life is wonderful, but it's not easy.

And I want to add to the wonderful, messy, chaotic, joyful-ness that is our lives.
I am so ready for the next placement call to come!

I hate the waiting part of being a foster mom.  I hate not knowing when the call will come for a placement.  I hate the unknown, not being able to plan or prepare (maybe it's the control freak in me).  
 I am praying that the next call will be the right fit for our family.  Maybe even a forever fit (fingers crossed!).  That our hearts and lives will be open to shower this child with love and embrace them into our craziness.

I'm praying it's soon.

Because even with the ups and downs, I wouldn't trade J for anything.  I wouldn't trade D.  I wouldn't trade my life.  And I can't wait to share all the love in this life with another little one.



Friday, November 8, 2013

Marriage Is About US

I don't know how many of you have seen the article that has gone viral titled "Marriage Isn't For You."
The author states that marriage isn't all about you, or asking, "what's in it for me?".  Rather, it's about making the other person happy, and putting your partner's needs first.

Ok, that makes sense.

But he goes so far as to say, "You don’t marry to make yourself happy, you marry to make someone else happy. ... Marriage isn’t for you. It’s not about you. Marriage is about the person you married."

And now, my response.


Growing up, I had been taught that marriage should be about being equals, and that's what I looked for in a man - a best friend, a partner, an equal.  When I fell in love with D, I found all of that.  But when we got married, I was broken in many ways as a result of some really awful relationships.  D saw past the broken-ness and loved me anyway.  And when we were first married, it felt like D made our marriage very much about me for the first few years.  While he saved me, carried me on my darkest days, and helped to make me whole again, I was frustrated. I felt like things were out of balance!  I felt like I was being selfish, letting D love and focus on me, and accepting his love and focus. I unselfishly wanted to equal his efforts and put my all making him happy, and tend to his needs the way he tended to mine. I wanted to be the awesome wife who put all her ambition and drive into loving her husband, because that's what I thought I should be doing in order to equal D's love.  I would inevitably fail.  And then I would cry and beat myself up for being so selfish and letting our marriage be about me and not him.

I remember crying in his arms many times, apologizing for being so weak and useless, so unable to do as much for him as he was doing for me.  I cried about us not being "equally yolked" with both of us pulling our fair share of the weight in our marriage. He gently, but firmly, reminded me every time, "L, you are doing the best you can do.  You are giving your all.  Someday, you'll be able to give more.  And maybe someday I'll won't be able to give as much.  It's not about who can pull more, it's about us pulling together and doing the best each of us can do."

Which brought me to the realization.
Marriage isn't about me.
Marriage isn't about D.
Marriage is about us.

 When we are each giving all we can (not each giving 50% to add to 100%, but both giving our full 100%), then we have a successful marriage.

In our six years of marriage, I can remember times when things were rough.  It was because one (or both) of us had stopped giving 100%.  We had made the marriage too much about one individual and not enough about usWe have learned that we need time together as a couple to communicate, laugh, and work together.  We each need to give all we have.  

We also need to be aware of ourselves.  We can't push ourselves to do more or give more than we're capable of doing.  I have realized that I have some very clear limitations.  But there are also some areas I'm able to do more in on any given day (aka - some days I can make dinner. and some days I can't).  And that's ok!  Recognize what you can give, and then do it!  Don't hold anything back, but don't beat yourself up for not being able to do more!

My marriage easily the best part of my life.  D is my equal, partner and best friend in every way.  Our marriage is a team effort.  And I'm grateful to have a marriage that is about us.


Sunday, October 20, 2013

While We Wait

 Being a waiting foster parent is weird.

You're in a holding pattern until you get the call.

While you wait, it's hard to make any definite plans for the future.  It's hard to plan upcoming vacations because you aren't certain just how many people will be going.  It's hard to plan holidays (Halloween costumes, Thanksgiving engagements, Christmas gifts) for the same reason.  But even planning a week ahead can be challenging.  When someone asks if you're free, the best you can say is, "as far as I know!" because things could change at any moment.

It's also difficult to explain to people what's going on.  Well meaning people ask, "When will you guys have kids placed?" and we honestly don't have an answer.  It could be in a couple hours, it could be a few more weeks.  We don't have a due date like most expecting couples.

There's no way to completely prepare for a placement either - at least not really in our case.  We could get one or two children, ages 0-5.  And what a 0 year old needs is quite different from a 5 year old.  We've kept everything from J, so we're prepared for a newborn as far as stuff is concerned.  But clothes? Diapers?  Highchair?  Toys?  Who knows!

It's mostly weird though because we don't get the call unless someone else screws up.  Which is difficult.  We're praying for our future (foster) children knowing full well that the only way they will come to our family is if their bio-parents make big mistakes, get caught, and there's no other family members who can/will take the kids.  I don't want to pray for people to screw up.  But I also really want more children to join our family.   

So what do I do?  What do we do while we wait?

 I mostly pray for my future children that s/he will be strong.  That s/he will know they're loved.  That s/he will hold on to hope and joy.

And I try to stay busy.  Craft projects.  Trips to the park.  Play-dates with friends.

All the while keeping my phone right next to me, turned up on the loudest ringer setting, and hope for the call to come.

It's weird.

Monday, October 14, 2013

Visiting from Oregon

Post FD and FS, I felt like my home was totally quiet and empty and I didn't really know what to do with myself, so I invited my mom and sister to come and visit (and, I'll be honest, I needed some mom and sister time).  And they did!
Talk about serious fun!

 We went to the Jelly Belly factory and played and then spent the next 4 days eating way too many Belly Flops.

We had lots and lots and lots and lots of playtime (which I don't have many pictures of because I was too busy playing!).

 We went down to Newark for Grammy T's birthday - my Dad and brother P also came for Grammy's birthday, so we got to play with even more family members.  One of J's most favorite things to go in the world is to pretend to drive a car, and Grampa was happy to drive with J.  J honked the horn, pushed buttons, and said "vroom vroom" over and over.  

Gramma helped style J's hair - check out that serious curl!

 We did some fall finger painting - seriously messy and seriously fun!
  We now have some really great fall trees hanging up in the playroom.


My mom is an angel and she sewed new coordinating car-seat covers for J's and our future-foster-daughter.  Are these not the cutest things you've ever seen in your life?!

Gramma and J got lots of snuggle time in.




 We played for a morning at the Children's Museum.  His favorite part was the train table, hands down.  He liked the water station, but the best part of the water station was the ship's captains wheel thing - he loves to drive!  He also liked the baby (under 3) area - there was a fort thing with steps and a slide and he loved going up and down both.  He also gave kisses to the paintings of dogs and cats on the walls.  The gear wall and the super huge lite-brite wall were pretty great, too.  It was so super fun and J and I can't wait to go back! 

We also had some fun with Avengers temporary tattoos.
 
I'm such a lucky lady to have such a great momma and sister!  
And J is also lucky to have such an awesome Gramma and auntie!

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Preparing to Be a Foster Mom

When I saw the positive sign on the pee stick almost two years ago, I went into preparation mode.  
I started planning and preparing.  I picked out a diaper bag, researched car seats and strollers, picked out bedding, read tons of baby and parenting books, and bought a glider and crib and dresser.  And all this before we found out that we were having a boy!
In the remaining months before his grand entrance, we bought J clothes, pajamas, socks, hats, Halloween costumes (yes, multiple), holiday outfits, bottles, diapers, wipes, blankets, burp clothes, etc.  J had no preferences so we got to inflict our tastes on him.  This kid was stocked.  We were prepared for all seasons, all sizes, everything.

We are now preparing our home for a foster child.  
We know we'll be getting a little girl between 0 and 5 years old.  And a brother, if she has one.
Do you know how many unknowns there are in this situation?!
I don't know her age, size, likes and dislikes, anything!
Will she need a crib?  Toddler bed?  Regular bed?
Diapers or undies?
What size clothes?
Will she need a carseat or a booster seat?
Does she like arts and crafts?  Music?  Books?  Disney Princesses?  Hello Kitty?
The control freak in me is going crazy.  Absolutely bonkers.
D and I have decided that when we get a little girl we'll take her shopping and let her pick out clothes, bedding, and a few toys that she likes so that she feels like this is her home.
And, if she has a brother, we'll let him do the same (or, is it just me or do boys care less?).

In the mean time, I'm sitting here twitching.  Wanting to do so much more than I am able too prepare for this little girl.  She already has a home in my heart - I want to get her home in my house ready, too!

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Family of Three

I realized yesterday that we will not be a family of 3 for much longer.

We are going through the certification process to become a Foster to Adopt family.
Back in May I posted about how we were looking to adopt since we cannot have any more biological children, but still want a large family.
At the referral of a friend, we've applied to be a Foster to Adopt family through Children's Hope.
We had our first home visit today.
Our home inspection is on Monday.
Our livescan fingerprint appointment is also on Monday, but in the evening.
Our Wellness Checks will be sometime next week.
Our CPR/First Aid certification is August 24th. 
Our orientation is September 18th.
Our third, and final, home visit will be sometime after all of our paperwork has been received (probably the beginning of September).

We are looking at having a child placed with us in 4-6 weeks!!

We are looking for a little girl, 0-5 years old.  
If she has a younger brother, we would love to give him a home as well.  

So, our family of 3 will be growing very soon!

I have mixed feelings about it.
I love spending my days with J and will miss the constant one-on-one time with him - seriously, this kid is so much fun!
But, I am so excited to have someone(s) for him to play with!  And I'm excited to have another kid to play with, too.  J loves other kids, especially older kids.  He adores one of our friend's sons - follows him around everywhere and mimics everything he does.  He even snuggles with him on the couch if they're watching TV.  And I'm excited to share the love in our home with another child (or 2!).

I love being a mom.
I may not have been meant to be pregnant, but I was definitely meant to be a mom.
And, D was meant to be a dad.
And, J was meant to be a sibling.

We're so excited for our family to grow!

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Shifting Perspective

I'm sitting here on the couch, guzzling my swig, and willing J to go to sleep with my mind powers.  
It's not working very well - he's currently screaming in his crib and banging the rails with is bottle.

It's been a rough 24 hours.  J woke up screaming and covered from the waist down in crap.  So, as you can imagine, this means that his mattress, stuffed animals, bumper, and crib were also covered.  This is the fourth time in 24 hours that this has happened, so that means lots of laundry, lots of baths, and lots of washing and rewashing the crib and mattress.  And yesterday, I tripped over the dog while trying to feed J and twisted my ankle - it's still bruised and sore today.  With my slightly more limited mobility, I haven't been able to be as productive as I wanted so there are toys scattered everywhere, dishes to be done, laundry to put away, etc.

 But, as I look around my living room, I can't help but smile and feel grateful.

The piles of clean laundry on the couch mean that we have clothes to wear and blankets to snuggle in and that we can wash them easily and conveniently.
The toys on the floor mean that a happy boy lives and plays here.
The sounds of my kid calling for "mom mom mom mom mom" means that he knows me and loves me (or just wants me to come rescue him from his crib, but I'm gonna go with the first one).
The couch I'm sitting on while propping up and icing my foot means that we have somewhere comfortable to rest and relax and call our home.
The dirty dishes in the sink (and on the counters, and in the dishwasher) mean that we have food to eat.

We are so blessed.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Our Summer So Far

Our summer has been chaotic and busy, but fun!
Here's what we've been up to:

Quick trip up to Tahoe

 Swimming at the apartments

Finger Painting

 J helping us pack for the move

Moving

Hanging out with J's best bud, W

Exploring the stairs in the new house

Hanging out with dad at Me-ma and Bepa's (D's parents)

Lots of time playing on the stairs and with cars

Silly faces with mom!

Playing with Izzy

Swimming at Me-ma and Bepa's!

Not pictured, D been working, me teaching, and unpacking and putting our home together.

I'm hoping that we can fit in some trips to the lake and maybe a camping trip.
What are your favorite summer time activities?  What do we have to do this summer?

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Moving Our Home

We move this morning.

We're only moving a mile and a half away from our current apartment.
But, it's still a move.
Which I do not enjoy.

We have lived in our little apartment for just over 3 years.
This is the apartment where we brought our dog, Izzy, home.
This is the apartment where I had two miscarriages.
This is the apartment where I found out I was pregnant with J.
This is the apartment where I was sick for 8 months.
This is the apartment where we brought J home.
This is the apartment where we laughed, cried, played, worked, slept, had tons of family and friends visit, etc.
This little apartment has been such a good home to us.
And we have totally outgrown it.

Our new home so perfectly fits our needs in every way.  I know that we're making the right decision moving.  I know that we will be much happier in this new home.

But, a little part of me is sad to close the door on this chapter of our lives.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

J's Birth Story

In honor of my sweet boy who turns 1 tomorrow (What?!  Where did the time go?!), I decided to share my birth story.  If this isn't your thing, I won't be offended if you don't read it.  My labor and delivery was super difficult and it's taken me some time to be able to talk about it without getting really emotional.  Please understand that while you might not have made the same choices as I did, I did the best that I could.

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On Sunday, May 6, I wasn’t able to feel Jack move the whole day.  D and I grew increasingly concerned as I tried a variety of different things to get him to move: drinking cold water, eating, throwing up, taking a bath, going on a walk, changing positions a lot (standing, sitting, laying down).  Nothing worked so I asked D to give me a blessing.  In the blessing I was told that Jack was safe but we needed to go to the hospital.  We grabbed the small hospital bag that I had packed and left immediately for Kaiser.  Once at the hospital, I was hooked up to monitors to check Jack’s heart rate and to see if I was contracting.  Jack’s heart was reading normal - hearing his heart beat was so comforting!  The doctor came in and did an ultrasound to be sure that Jack was moving, that he was breathing and his heart was beating, and that his umbilical cord wasn’t wrapped around his neck or anything.  Everything looked great on the ultrasound and I felt Jack move a couple of times so the doctor sent us home.  The doctor suggested that I increase my IV hydration to keep the amniotic fluid levels up so that Jack could move around.  Before we left the hospital, the doctor made us promise to come back if my water broke, I was bleeding, if I was having contractions or if I couldn’t feel Jack move again.  D and I went home grateful that Jack was fine. 

Monday, May 7, I had my 36-week doctors appointment.  I hadn’t gained any weight still.  We talked about increasing my hydration frequency - my doctor ordered a IV pump to be delivered to my home so that I could hydrate daily at home.  The other problems that I was encountering (chest pains, restless leg, heartburn) and the fact that I was going to Labor and Delivery frequently for various issues seemed unimportant to my doctor and he wanted me to carry Jack to full term.  We went over pre-term labor signs, all of which I’d been experiencing for months.  I left feeling incredibly frustrated and like I would be pregnant forever.  D and went on a short walk that night and I told D that with everything that had happened during this pregnancy, I was going to need my water to break in order to know if I was in labor!  I was also grumpy because I was so overwhelmed and done with being pregnant.  I was frustrated with being sick, the heartburn, restless legs, chest pains, and everything.   It seemed like something was going wrong at every turn.

On Tuesday, May 8, I woke up around 8 am, much earlier than usual.  I didn’t want to get up and rolled over to my other side to try and go back to sleep.  I felt some warmth between my legs and thought I was peeing my pants a little.  I had read about bladder incontinence during pregnancy but had never experienced it.  I felt the same warm sensation a second time and decided I needed to get up and go to the bathroom.  I stood up and felt a rush of warm fluid.  I hurried to the bathroom and discovered I was soaked in a ton blood.  The toilet bowl quickly filled up with bright red blood as well.  I was extremely worried, to say the least!  I ran back to the bedroom to get my phone and called D.  I said something along the lines of, “I’m bleeding, come home right now.”  I was still bleeding a great deal and was sitting on the toilet when D got home.  I wrapped myself in a towel and D and I drove to Labor and Delivery (without anything - no hospital bag, nothing).  D drove very, very quickly in order to get my there.  Once there, we hustled into L&D and the nurse rushed me back into a triage room and hooked me up to monitors to check on Jack and to see if I was contracting.  I made the nurse promise that she wouldn't send me home from L&D this time without a baby!  While I was laying there, I was freaking out.  Suddenly, a wave of peace came over me and I very clearly and strongly felt the presence of my Grandpa Taylor and Dustin’s Grandpa Jack (the two men Jackson LaMar is named after).  I knew that they would take care of me and Jack through this whole thing and that everything would be ok. 

A doctor came in very quickly to see me in my triage room and when she checked me, a new wave of fresh blood came pouring out.  I was not dilated at all and was not contracting.  The doctor rushed me in to a labor and delivery room as my placenta was pulling away from my uterus and my water had broken and I was hemorrhaging.  Once in the delivery room, I was re-hooked up to monitors for Jackson and for my contractions.  The nurse also hooked me up to additional IV’s to prepare for pitocin and IV hydration and any possible additional drugs that would be needed (little did I know that every single lead would be used by the end of the night).  The anesthesiologist also came in and hooked up an epidural line, but did not hook up any drugs.  The doctor and nurse wanted to be sure that I had an additional line if needed to put me under for a C-section.  I continued to bleed and leak amniotic fluid, but Jack’s heartbeat was strong.  The high risk OB came to see me and told me that it could take several days for the labor to progress and Jack to be born.  But, because of the very real possibility of a C-section, I was not allowed to eat or drink anything. 

Once hooked up to pitocin, I started to progress a little bit.  My nurse told me that the most difficult part would be to get me dilated to a 4, and that is what we spent the next few hours doing - waiting for me to dilate to a 4.  At one point my OB/GYN walked in - he was one of the OB’s on shift that night!  When he walked in, he said, “What are you doing here?  I just saw you yesterday at your 36 week appointment!”  I told him that I just couldn’t wait anymore and Jack wanted to come now.  And he was able to get assigned to me to be able to deliver Jack. 

D’s mom stopped by around 5 pm to check on how we were doing.  D hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, so G took him to eat at Costa Vida.  While he was gone, very painful contractions started in my back.  I couldn’t get ahold of D or G.  I was messaging my brother on Facebook and asked him and Mom to also try and call D and G and tell him to come back to L&D.  I was in so much pain, I had one leg hanging off each side of the bed and was gripping a tray table and rocking back and forth.  D finally showed up and when he walked in the room I said, “I am going to kill you!”  He started laughing as he walked over to my bedside.  I said, “Stop laughing, you are seriously a dead man!”  He kept on smiling as my nurse, Candi, was giggling a the two of us.  Just then, my anesthesiologist walked in the room to hook up my epidural line.  My back was killing me and I told my anesthesiologist, “It’s a good thing that you placed this line earlier because if you were trying to put the line in my back now, I would probably turn around and deck you!”  I could feel my anesthesiologist’s hands shaking because she was laughing as she hooked me up - my nurse and D were also laughing.  Before the anesthesiologist left, she made sure to do push the epidural button a couple of times for me.  Once the drugs kicked in, I apologized to Dustin for wanting to kill him.  I said something along the lines of, “I’m so sorry for wanting to kill you.  I don’t want to kill you.  I don’t want to be a single parent.  I’ll just beat you with one of your limbs.”  My nurse also got a kick out of me while drugged.  The epidural helped a lot and I was able to relax some.  Jackson kept on squirming away from the monitors and during contractions his heart rate was dropping quite low.  A midwife came in and placed a monitor on Jackson’s head so that they could more accurately check his heart rate.  A catheter line was also placed to put fluid back into my uterus so try and help keep Jack’s heart rate elevated - the thought being that because there was no amniotic fluid, every time I contracted, it was putting a lot of stress on him.  This entire time, I'd been throwing up off and on, as well.

My contractions started coming more regularly and I was able to dilate to a 6 when my nurse turned off the pitocin to let me progress on my own.  At this point, the nurses switched and my new nurse Julie started helping me through the progression and contractions.  I progressed very quickly from a 6 to a 9.  It was quite late in the evening and I hadn’t eaten or drank anything all day and was feeling quite weak and exhausted.  I got to a 10 and my nurse started having me push some.  Jackson’s heart was still dropping during contractions and while I was pushing and it made me nervous to hear the beep patterns of his heart change so much.  A couple of other nurses came into the room to get the baby basinet and delivery table ready.  Meanwhile, my nurse was on my right side and D was on my left side coaching me through each contraction.  Because I’d had nothing to eat and drink, each time I went to push, I got close to blacking out.  As I pushed harder and made more progress, my nurse hooked me up to oxygen because I was blacking out between contractions.  Julie had me change positions to try and get the most out of each contraction and push.  The harder I pushed, the more Jack’s heart rate fell and it the longer it stayed low.  I got to the point where I was so exhausted I couldn’t push anymore so Julie had me take a half hour break.  I stayed on oxygen the whole half hour and tried to gather as much strength as I could.  When I was ready to start pushing again, Julie kept looking for the Jack’s head and to see the color of his hair to help motivate me.  I wasn’t able to make any progress.  Jack’s head was stuck under my pelvic bone.  I was able to make some progress while I was pushing, but then he would slip back between pushes.  After trying to get Jack’s head under my pelvic bone for twenty minutes, I was beyond exhausted.  Julie went to get Dr. Wong to have him use a vacuum on Jack’s head.  He came in, put on scrubs, and watched me push once before quickly whipping out the vacuum to get Jack’s head out from under my pelvic bone.  I hadn’t pushed the epidural button in a while, so I could feel Jack’s head and it was incredibly painful!  Dr. Wong had me push a few more times to get Jack out - slow pushes with long, deep breaths.  After 19 hours of labor, and 4 hours of pushing, Jack came right out!  He was plopped on my belly, but I could tell from Dr. Wong’s response that something was wrong.  Jack was totally grey, not breathing, not moving, and completely wrapped in his umbilical cord (which was only 2 veins instead of 3).  Dr. Wong was very quick to clamp and cut the cord.  As he did so, he told a nurse to call a code.  Immediately, a rapid response team was called to my room for Jackson.  D and I stared at each other in shock as a swarm of people swooped in and took Jack over to the baby bassinet area.  One of my nurses came quickly over to me and told me that everything would be ok.  She told me that Jack wasn’t moving or breathing and his color wasn’t good, but that all of the doctors and nurses were going to get him taken care of.  I was in disbelief - we had worked so hard for so long to get Jackson here and he was in an extremely scary situation.  I immediately started thinking worse case scenarios.  D and I watched anxiously as everyone worked on Jack.  His color got better and I could see him starting to breath more quickly.  He also started kicking and moving his arms.  His little hands and feet were purple, almost black, from his circulation not working super well yet.  He also had a bruise on his head from the vacuum and from the uterine monitor that was on his head.  Jack’s nurse, Misty, and D stood close to Jack and watched him closely.  
 

 
Things started to calm down and it seemed that Jack was doing well and would be able to come with us to our room instead of going to the NICU.  D asked Misty under what circumstances would things change and Jack would have to go to the NICU and she said if he started grunting while he was breathing then he would have to go to the NICU because the grunting would mean that his lungs weren’t staying expanded while he was breathing.  Shortly after, Jackson started grunting and the decision was made to send Jackson to the NICU.  Misty let me hold Jackson while they were getting things ready to transport Jack to the NICU.  He was so sweet and precious - it broke my heart to hear him struggling to breath!  It was also heartbreaking to have to give him to a nurse and watch them take Jackson away.  D went with Jack to the NICU leaving me and Julie in the delivery room - I felt so alone after all the commotion from the day.  Julie brought me some french toast as we waited for D to return and for my bleeding to slow.  D returned and looked exhausted and so worried - I don’t know how long he was gone as my concept of time was completely screwed at this point.  Julie got us ready to go upstairs to our recovery room.  Kaiser plays a lullaby when a baby is born and the mom and baby go up to their room on the third floor.  As she wheeled me upstairs, Julie had a lullaby played for us even though our baby wasn’t with us.  It was another sad moment, going upstairs without my baby.     

We got into our room and said goodbye to Julie - she asked if she could go see Jack in the NICU and we of course said yes.  Julie was so wonderful to us and we were so grateful!  Our new nurse, Linda, got all my vitals and oriented us to the recovery floor a little bit.  She encouraged me to get some rest, but I couldn’t rest without seeing my baby boy.  D went and got a wheelchair and took me down to the first floor where the NICU unit was.  We went into Jack’s NICU pod and his little bed was the first one on the left.  He was hooked up to a breathing machine, had an IV in his left hand with 5 IV leads coming out of it, a tube coming out of his mouth, and three leads stuck to his chest monitoring his heart and respiration.  He was hooked up to a IV’s getting D-10 and antibiotics.  His stomach had been pumped twice because it was full of bloody amniotic fluid.  His left hand was all taped up, like a club, so that he couldn’t mess up the IV line.  It was the saddest thing I’d ever seen.  I asked the nurse if I could touch him and she said that I could place my hand on him and that was it.  All I wanted was to hold my baby, but he was hooked up to so many things to help him that all I could do was place my hand on him. 

Honestly, the next little bit is a blur.  I know that Dustin and I went back to our room.  We ate more, cried, tried to sleep some, and made more trips to the NICU.  We talked to one of Jack’s nurses or his doctor and asked what was needed for Jack to be released from the NICU.  They told us that he needed to breathing on his own, eating on his own, off the IV’s, and not jaundiced.  We had no time frame for how long this would take or anything.  Jack was on a 3 hour eating schedule, so we made trips down to the NICU every 3 hours.  Every time we went down, there was something new.  One time, Jack pulled out the tube going down to his stomach.  One time we went down there and the breathing machine had been removed.  One time we went down there and his bilirubin numbers were up.  It was a roller coaster day!  We were so exhausted and were not getting much sleep because of having to go down to the NICU every 3 hours.  On top of that, I was in pain from giving birth so I was moving quite slowly.  Additionally, my nurses had to take my vitals every 8 hours.  We were missing meals, missing shift changes, our schedule was all over the place.  And we were tired, emotionally frazzled, and running on fumes. 



Spending time in the NICU with J was so precious.  Watching him sleep, eat, move - he was such a miracle.  I had to check out of the hospital after 2 nights, but they kept J in the NICU for a few more days.  That was the weirdest thing - leaving the hospital without my baby.  We went home, showered, grabbed everything that we hadn't taken with us to the hospital, and then turned around and went right back.  Kaiser has an awesome program called the Boarder Program that allows parents to stay in empty L&D rooms for an additional few days if their babies are in the NICU.  We were able to stay at the hospital for 2 more nights to be close to J.  He had a couple of visitors - his Aunt S and Uncle C, Mema (D's Mom) and our friend E.  And J charmed everyone in the NICU - all of his nurses just adored him and loved telling us how sweet he was.  And we had the most wonderful nurses caring for J.  They were all so attentive, sweet, and helpful.
 



We brought J home from the hospital on Mother's Day and it was the sweetest Mother's Day gift I could ever receive.  My heart was bursting with love and pride as I carried my sweet baby boy into our home.  D and I sat and watched him sleep for hours, so grateful for our miracle boy.

And I am more and more grateful for him every day.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Adoption

I've blogged about the difficulties I faced during my pregnancy a few times
(hyperemesis gravidarum, blood poisoning, blood clots, gestational diabetes, heart attack, chronic dehydration, fetal distress, a 2 veined umbilical cord instead of 3, placenta abruption, etc.).
All of the difficulties I faced during my pregnancy, labor and delivery have made it it so I cannot have any more kids biologically (which I've also blogged about).

I'm excited to announce that D and I have taken a step towards finding our kids and published an adoption blog!  

The address for the blog is http://www.dustinandlandonadopt.blogspot.com
You can also find a link to it on the right side of this page.
You can also put that same button on your own blog to help spread the word - the code is below - and I would be so grateful if you did!
I know adoption is not an easy choice.
I know, however, that it is how we are supposed to build our family.
And I know that it is through our friends and families that we will find the missing members of our family.

Thank you!

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