Celebrating my greatest heroes …

October is both Down Syndrome Awareness Month and Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Needless to say, it’s a huge month around our house.

Well, I hope you all have a month where you celebrate your greatest heroes!!!

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A story about faith, love and believing in miracles …

I post these words every year. I don't think I will ever be able to change them. To do so would be an injustice to her. To me. And to all our family and friends who stood by us then and who continue to share this life with us now. This story is about our beginning together. It is a story of faith and love … and believing in miracles.

We were told when I was about 11 weeks pregnant that she did not look quite so “typical” … I didn’t care. I loved our baby. And I prayed.

A few weeks later we were told that not only was our baby “not typical”, but that there was a chance I would be delivering her still born … I wanted our baby even more fiercely than I had before. And I prayed.

Several weeks later, we almost lost our baby … to which I screamed an adamant and angry “NO!” And I prayed.

A month later we were told that our baby had a “very large hole in her heart” … to which I said, “I don’t believe you.“ And I prayed.

Two months later we were told, “Your baby is small” … to which I laughed and said, “Of all the things that you have told us, this seems pretty manageable.” And I prayed.

Two weeks later, on what was supposed to be a brief doctor’s visit before we headed to our local water park, we were told that our baby was not growing, that she was too small and that she was not acting the way she should be. We were told that I would be given another amniocentesis to see if her lungs were developed. If they were, my doctor wanted to take her right away … I felt like my body was failing her. And I prayed.

My doctor gave me a drug to speed up our baby’s lung development. The results of the amniocentesis were not what we had hoped for. My doctor told us that our baby’s lungs were not developed, our baby could not breath on her own. Now we had a team of medical professionals. They hoped nothing would go wrong for the next 48 hours so that the steroid they had given me would have time to help our baby’s lungs grow … to which I said, “OK”. And I prayed.

Less than 24 hours later I had a hospital room full of people wearing blue who were running around and pumping my body full of fluids and drugs. We were told that we could no longer wait. We were told that our baby would not be breathing and that she would be very small and weak … to which I cried in her father’s arms and said, “I’m scared.” And I prayed.

Minutes later I was strapped to a table. I had refused anything that would alter my mental state. I wanted to be there for our baby. It took a long time to get her out. I was told that she was so small that she kept slipping through the doctor’s hands. I kept screaming, “Is she out?!?!” And I prayed.

Then, I heard a cry … to which I thought, “That is a loud cry for a baby who is supposed to be weak, small and not breathing.” And I prayed.

A few minutes later our baby was brought over to me, warmly swaddled, pink as could be, breathing on her own and with no hole in her heart. (Sure, she has some extra chromosomes, but who cares about that?) And when I saw her I thought, “You are my miracle and I love you.” And then, I praised God for our beautiful daughter.

Eight years ago today, through God’s amazing grace, Reese Lindsey Grace was born by emergency cesarean section. She was 6 weeks early. She weighed 2lbs 15oz and was 15 ½ inches long. My world has not been quite the same since … and I would have it no other way.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you celebrate a miracle … and always remember to pray!!!

Celebrating …

Reese turns 8 years old on Tuesday so we had her birthday party today. It was the first time she really enjoyed the crowds, attention and noises that come with a birthday party. In our beautiful world things take time. I will tell you that this little girl is worth the wait. And I couldn't be more thankful for the people who wait with us. They celebrate the milestones and progress with us. And they make our world that much more beautiful.

Well, I hope you all had a day where you got to celebrate a very special person with some very special people!!!

Never ending fun …

I feel like we have been celebrating for a month now. Well … we have! Between my son George’s graduation, Father’s Day, and the 4th of July this family has not stopped partying. And now we gear up for a week of birthdays. Holy moly!

Well, I hope you all have a day full of never ending fun!!!

Happy Father’s Day …

Whether they are near or far. Even if they are in Heaven. Enjoy your time together. Cherish the memories. Feel the love.

Well, I hope you all have a day where find a special way to celebrate your dad!!!

A Savior is born …

Merry Christmas everyone! May this day be a glorious celebration for each and everyone of you.

“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.”~Luke 2:11

Well, I hope you all have a day where you celebrate our Savior’s birth!!!

A Savior is born … in Living and Running in LaLa Land
Merry Christmas everyone! May this day be a glorious celebration for each and everyone of you.
“For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.”

~Luke 2:11

Well, I hope you all have a day where you celebrate our Savior’s birth!!!