Small Blessings

Thank you everyone for all of your support, kind and loving words, prayers and service. I want you all to know how much we appreciate it. I just thought I'd post a little update for y'all. We are all doing great. At every step of this trial the things that stand out to me the most are the blessings.
Every stage of the miscarriage was taken care of through doctors visits. I think this helped me stay more emotionally stable than I otherwise would have been.
I had fantastic doctors. My OB/GYN was so kind and loving. She and her office lined up all of the doctors visits I would need. They made sure insurance pre-approved the surgery, they got me in with a specialist to perform the surgery. They were wonderful!
I have had no physical pain. Seriously, none. Originally they thought they would have to give me a lot of medication and things to prepare my body for the surgery and it was going to be fairly painful. It turned out that the fetus was small enough that none of those things were required.
Surgery went really well. They give you the same kind of medication you have when you get a colonoscopy, you aren't "out" but you don't remember anything. I remember getting up on the surgical table and then waking up in my recovery room. What a huge blessing.
Seriously, who could ask for better friends? Girls, you have been wonderful. All of the meals, visits, hugs, babysitting, you name it they did it or offered. Being so far away from family wasn't easy but I never worried about how things were going to get done. I had a list of friends who I could call but never had to because they just came to me. Thank you all.

It never ceases to amaze me how the Lord has his hand in everything. Here we had this sad and difficult situation and He was with us through it all making sure that we were taken care of and knew that he loved us.

Thanks again to all of you for your love and concern.

Sad news

This is definitely not what I thought my next blog post would be about but here it goes.... we lost the baby. I went in today for my 19 week check-up and the Doctor couldn't find a heart beat. She then did an ultrasound and we couldn't see a heartbeat. I then went over to the hospital where they did an ultrasound and confirmed everything for insurance purposes. I think every ounce of liquid in my body has come out in tear form. Of course the first thing to pop in my head was, "Did I do something wrong? Did I lift too much? Did I not eat enough? Did I push myself too hard?" This was all followed closely by the thought, "The Lord is in control. For some reason you need to wait." My Doctor even said they never know why it happens like that. That someone can come in for their 15 week appointment and have a strong fetal heartbeat and then come back for their 19 week appointment and find no heartbeat. It just happens sometimes. Just as a side note, my doctor was fantastic through all of this. She was very kind and loving and she took care of all the details that needed to be attended to that I would have no clue about such as insurance issues and other doctors visits. What a blessing! I don't know why it happened like this but we're going to be OK. That's not to say that I'm done shedding tears but I'm OK.

My little tease

This post is about Austin. I've noticed some things he does these past few weeks. Climbing is a huge one but the one that surprises me is what a tease he is. At first I just thought he was testing his boundaries but after multiple incidents I realized that Austin is a tease. The kid loves to pester people. Here are a few examples...

Carter was quietly playing with one of his trains. It has four cars and he was lying on his side driving them along the carpet totally content. Austin was playing with some other toys in the same room and I was knitting. Pretty soon I noticed Austin staring at Carter. Then he walked over to where Carter was playing and bent down like he wanted to watch. Carter kept playing and then Austin quickly grabbed one of the train cars and RAN across the room laughing his head off. He thought he was so clever. I gave the train car back to Carter who resumed playing and then tried to get Austin interested in some other toys. He played for a second and then decided it was way more fun to grab the train away from Carter and get chased so he proceeded to do that. Luckily Carter found it funny too so they played chase for a while.

Second incident.. I was sitting on the couch knitting. I don't know what it is but my kids are fascinated with yarn. I ended up putting a few balls of left over yarn in the toys so they could play with it and would leave mine alone. Anyway, I'm knitting away and Austin discovers that I've got a skein of yarn hidden between my body and the couch and comes over to try to get it. When I wouldn't let him have it he turned away and acted like he was trying to decide what toys he wanted to play with. I turned my attention back to the hat I was working on and as soon as I was preoccupied Austin turned, grabbed the yarn and started to run. When I got up to retrieve my yarn Austin ran faster and put my yarn in his mouth!! He ended up falling because he was laughing so hard and I was able to pry my yarn from his fingers and mouth. What a goofball!!

Austin totally gets what he's doing. He knows he's teasing you. I never would have thought that a 15 month old could be such a tease. We are going to be in so much trouble when he gets older. The sad thing is I can't blame this on anyone else, well maybe my Dad. I'm almost positive he gets it from the Doney side of the family.

Goodbye Mom and Dad....

That's right, Carter rarely call us Mom and Dad anymore. He seems to prefer Melissa (pronounced Meyissa) and Zach. I really started to notice it last week and it's still going strong. He's gone through stages before where he realizes that I answer to names other than Mom. For instance, when he was little he noticed that Zach called me Masha. It apparently stood out to him more when Zach was in the back of the apartment and needed something so he would semi-shout "Masha" and I would respond. So Carter had a stage when, if he had to call me for something he would always call "Masha" not Mom. Then next time came when we lived with my family this last summer. Out of the seven kids I'm the only girl so all my brothers, my parents and even some neighbors call me Sis. Carter notice this and would try it out every once in a while. It was kind of comical because whenever he called me Sis he would kind of squint one eye and raise his eyebrows like, "Will it work? Will she answer me?". I'm not sure how long this current trend will last. We'll have to wait and see. I'm sure it will pass eventually but until it does I answer to Meyissa.