Wow. It's been a while. I'd really like to get this thing back up and running as a journal. We'll see how long it lasts this time. I DO want to keep this last month in print.
Jan. 18 - Got a positive sign on a pregnancy test.
Jan. 20 - Turned 30
Feb. 2 - Put our house on the market
Feb. 8 - Accepted an offer on our house
Also, went to the OB/GYN for a first sono/appointment. Date calculations put us at 9 weeks. The sonogram measurements were only 6 weeks. This raised some red flags. We were told that it was probably fine, but that it could be a pregnancy that wouldn't make it. They ran some extra tests and scheduled a follow-up for 2 weeks later.
Feb. 19 - Put an offer on a new house
Feb. 22 - Went for follow-up appointment with OB/GYN. Still measured 6 weeks, and no more heartbeat. Scheduled at D&C for the following Monday. That evening, miscarried on my own. Cancelled D&C.
Mar. 5 - Started bleeding and didn't stop. OB/GYN sent us to the ER. After ultrasound determined that my body was still miscarrying but having trouble, scheduled D&C again for following morning.
Found out that the buyer for our house is being transferred to Georgia, and contract was cancelled.
Mar. 6 - Went in for D&C. Came home to a dog that struggled walking. Put house back on market.
Mar. 7 - Took dog to vet for observation - continued to get worse. Very rough night.
Mar. 8 - Put dog to sleep. Husband leaves for Indianapolis for half of Spring Break.
And that's where we are.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Noah is sick again. I hate when he's sick. I'm pretty sure it's just a cold. But Marty is taking him to the pediatrician tomorrow just in case. Too many times in his short 2 years of life "just a cold" has turned into more. I'd rather it just stay a cold.
On a more positive front: This kids talks. A lot. All the time. About everything. I can't count how many times in the last few weeks someone has commented on how clearly he speaks. Friends, family, strangers... it's crazy. Every day, it seems, he's saying something new. "What do, Mommy, what doin?" is definitely the favorite. Along with "What sound?" He's a little (ha!) curious, so I'm sure the "why?" stage is just around the corner. silly boy.
On a more positive front: This kids talks. A lot. All the time. About everything. I can't count how many times in the last few weeks someone has commented on how clearly he speaks. Friends, family, strangers... it's crazy. Every day, it seems, he's saying something new. "What do, Mommy, what doin?" is definitely the favorite. Along with "What sound?" He's a little (ha!) curious, so I'm sure the "why?" stage is just around the corner. silly boy.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
9-11
In the last 10 years, everything has changed. I was a new freshman in college on 9-11-01. I was a music major. I was single. I hadn't even met Marty yet. And now look at me. I'm married, I'm a 4th grade teacher, and I have a two-year-old son who will never know what life was like before the tragedy of that day.
As I tried to "teach" my students about 9-11 on Friday, I realized how simple their lives are. How innocent. They couldn't understand how people would do things like fly airplanes into building on purpose, or why people could be so desperate that they felt the need to jump from windows, knowing that they would die.
When I got home, and watched Noah play, I saw how innocent his life is. He eats, he sleeps, he plays, and all of his needs are taken care of. I wish he could keep the innocence forever. I hope and pray that he will live a life without the grief and heartbreak so many people experiences on that day. I want him to be happy always. I want him to trust not only in Marty and I, but in God. I know that God has an awesome plan for his life.
My heart goes out to all those whose hearts were broken that day. It especially goes out to the children. Those who lost parents. Those who lost aunts, uncles and grandparents. Those who never even got to meet their fathers, because they hadn't been born yet. Those children lost their innocence way too early.
As I tried to "teach" my students about 9-11 on Friday, I realized how simple their lives are. How innocent. They couldn't understand how people would do things like fly airplanes into building on purpose, or why people could be so desperate that they felt the need to jump from windows, knowing that they would die.
When I got home, and watched Noah play, I saw how innocent his life is. He eats, he sleeps, he plays, and all of his needs are taken care of. I wish he could keep the innocence forever. I hope and pray that he will live a life without the grief and heartbreak so many people experiences on that day. I want him to be happy always. I want him to trust not only in Marty and I, but in God. I know that God has an awesome plan for his life.
My heart goes out to all those whose hearts were broken that day. It especially goes out to the children. Those who lost parents. Those who lost aunts, uncles and grandparents. Those who never even got to meet their fathers, because they hadn't been born yet. Those children lost their innocence way too early.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Cards, cards, cards...
Whomever invented the greeting cards that play music obviously doesn't have a 2 year old. Almost all of Noah's birthday cards are the music kind. And he LOVES to play them. All at the same time. There are 2 that play the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme, one that makes monkey sounds, one that makes car sounds, and one that plays "Let's Get it Started...". They will soon be making a permanent trip to the recycle bin. While I appreciate the people who gave the cards spending time picking out one that he would like, the combination of all at the same time is driving me nuts!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Miracles...
Today, is a day for reflection. Tow years ago today, were were blessed with two amazing miracles. Here is our story:
My husband and I had been trying for a couple of years to get pregnant. We discovered, through many doctor's visits and tests, that while we were both able, the chances were slim that we would conceive. We were frustrated and dismayed. We both believed, though, that God was in control. We had no idea how true that really was, though.
Let me stop for a moment and remind you that both Marty and I are teachers. At the time, I taught 2nd grade, and Marty is a high school band director.
I'll continue now...
Christmas of 2008 was spent with my extended family in Ashland, Ohio. While there, I was really tired, and just overall icky. At first, I didn't think anything of it. Then, I started to wonder... was it possible?? We snuck out to the local CVS to buy a pregnancy test. In the wee hours of the morning on December 31, 2008, we saw the two lines. It had finally happened. Miracle #1.
We had no idea how far along I was until we went to the doctor at the beginning of January. A sonogram confirmed that I was pregnant, and put the due date as August 28. Remember when I said we were both teachers? Yeah, this wasn't exactly the best timing for us. The due date was right after the first week of school, and at the beginning of marching season. We both immediately felt that this was God's way of reminding us that HE was in control.
I had a great pregnancy. I had some ickyness during the first trimester, but I never really got sick. As long as I stuck to cereal and mac & cheese, I was good. The whole 9 months was rather uneventful. I did have gestational diabetes, but it was controlled by an annoying diet.
Women with gestational diabetes often have babies that are large if allowed to go to their due date, so my doctor scheduled us to be induced on August 21. August 21 was the Friday before school started. My goal of being able to see my students the first day of school was null and void. But I was ok. My room was ready and my sub was ready. It was going to be alright.
We checked in to the hospital early on a stormy August 21. Not long after we arrived, the power blinked at the hospital. It was rather odd to be standing in a pitch black hospital room. It only lasted a few seconds before it came back on. I was just glad that I wasn't hooked up to anything yet, so we weren't really affected.
At about 7 o'clock, they began the pitocin drip. And we waited. And waited. The doctor came in at some point to break my water to hurry things along, but still nothing. The problem was that any time they would increase my level of pitocin, Noah's heart rate would indicate distress.
Finally, in the early afternoon, they decided to stop the pitocin and schedule a c-section for 5pm. I was nervous. Very nervous. Luckily, it all happened so fast, that I wasn't nervous for very long.
Finally, it was 5pm. Marty sat next to my head as they performed the procedure. He was excellent in keeping my mind off what was happening by talking about something random. And then we heard. it. A cry. I remember looking at Marty and saying, "that's OUR baby!" The doctor's did their thing, and then he paused and had us look up. He held up the umbilical cord to show us that it was tied in a complete knot.
Later, it was explained to us, that sometime between 20 and 24 weeks, Noah had done enough somersaults to tie his umbilical in what is called a true knot. The doctor told us that at any point after that, if he had pulled that knot any tighter, we wouldn't have made it to the hospital in time and we would have lost him. He also mentioned that if he had been delivered normally, as had been planned just a few hours earlier, he wouldn't have made it. Miracle #2.
Today, that miracle turns 2. He can run, play and talk your ear off. He can do anything a normal 2-year-old can do, and more. Marty and I have been blessed beyond measure to be given such an amazing gift by such an amazing God. I can only imagine was incredible plan He has for his life.
My husband and I had been trying for a couple of years to get pregnant. We discovered, through many doctor's visits and tests, that while we were both able, the chances were slim that we would conceive. We were frustrated and dismayed. We both believed, though, that God was in control. We had no idea how true that really was, though.
Let me stop for a moment and remind you that both Marty and I are teachers. At the time, I taught 2nd grade, and Marty is a high school band director.
I'll continue now...
Christmas of 2008 was spent with my extended family in Ashland, Ohio. While there, I was really tired, and just overall icky. At first, I didn't think anything of it. Then, I started to wonder... was it possible?? We snuck out to the local CVS to buy a pregnancy test. In the wee hours of the morning on December 31, 2008, we saw the two lines. It had finally happened. Miracle #1.
We had no idea how far along I was until we went to the doctor at the beginning of January. A sonogram confirmed that I was pregnant, and put the due date as August 28. Remember when I said we were both teachers? Yeah, this wasn't exactly the best timing for us. The due date was right after the first week of school, and at the beginning of marching season. We both immediately felt that this was God's way of reminding us that HE was in control.
I had a great pregnancy. I had some ickyness during the first trimester, but I never really got sick. As long as I stuck to cereal and mac & cheese, I was good. The whole 9 months was rather uneventful. I did have gestational diabetes, but it was controlled by an annoying diet.
Women with gestational diabetes often have babies that are large if allowed to go to their due date, so my doctor scheduled us to be induced on August 21. August 21 was the Friday before school started. My goal of being able to see my students the first day of school was null and void. But I was ok. My room was ready and my sub was ready. It was going to be alright.
We checked in to the hospital early on a stormy August 21. Not long after we arrived, the power blinked at the hospital. It was rather odd to be standing in a pitch black hospital room. It only lasted a few seconds before it came back on. I was just glad that I wasn't hooked up to anything yet, so we weren't really affected.
At about 7 o'clock, they began the pitocin drip. And we waited. And waited. The doctor came in at some point to break my water to hurry things along, but still nothing. The problem was that any time they would increase my level of pitocin, Noah's heart rate would indicate distress.
Finally, in the early afternoon, they decided to stop the pitocin and schedule a c-section for 5pm. I was nervous. Very nervous. Luckily, it all happened so fast, that I wasn't nervous for very long.
Finally, it was 5pm. Marty sat next to my head as they performed the procedure. He was excellent in keeping my mind off what was happening by talking about something random. And then we heard. it. A cry. I remember looking at Marty and saying, "that's OUR baby!" The doctor's did their thing, and then he paused and had us look up. He held up the umbilical cord to show us that it was tied in a complete knot.
Later, it was explained to us, that sometime between 20 and 24 weeks, Noah had done enough somersaults to tie his umbilical in what is called a true knot. The doctor told us that at any point after that, if he had pulled that knot any tighter, we wouldn't have made it to the hospital in time and we would have lost him. He also mentioned that if he had been delivered normally, as had been planned just a few hours earlier, he wouldn't have made it. Miracle #2.
Today, that miracle turns 2. He can run, play and talk your ear off. He can do anything a normal 2-year-old can do, and more. Marty and I have been blessed beyond measure to be given such an amazing gift by such an amazing God. I can only imagine was incredible plan He has for his life.
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