Our trip to Florida 2017

So, it was Saturday morning about 6 something, that Dad woke everyone up. We ate breakfast, did the morning routine brush hair, etc. We got in the car, it was a very long car ride and we finally got to Uncle Kenny’s house. He didn’t look at all different from the last time I saw him. I also can’t remember if I hugged him or just said hello. We went inside and saw fruit, crackers, cheese, and candy. YUM.

After we were done eating Mom said “go say hi to Gram “. There was definitely some hugging and hellos. I got bored after Mom and Gram started laughing their creepy laughs. So, I decided to look for the cat. Long story short the cat was in Uncle Kenny’s room, in her cat tower, on the top. It was like “dude” come down I want to pet you. So (because the cat won’t come down).

I went in the main room and saw Uncle Kenny and Aunt Kassie opening presents. Some of the presents were diapers, wipes, and baby clothes. After all the presents were opened there was a guess how many mints in the bottle game. Pippi won and got a delightful smelling candle. I went outside and saw boys about baby Kermit’s age, and they were playing football! We left soon after.

The Next Day… It was Sunday. We went to Assumption Catholic church. On the outside, it looked small but in the inside, it was huge. There was also the Lords supper under the Altar. Then after church we went to “Jacksonville Arboretum and Gardens.” We: Me, Pippi, Bubble, and Mom sat on a bench waiting Nana while the boys and Dad went down I path. After a little while of Bubbles taking about a yellow hair donation box, we saw Nana. If I were to keep talking about hugs it would get annoying.

So, we (the boys came back) Strolled down a path. We saw Plants, Poison berries, and some lizards. We were walking down the path and stopped to sit on a bench near the lake, When Mom shouted “Snake”! Everybody but Mom and Nana Ran. “It’s not poisonous “.  So, we came back. We also saw an Alligator, lucky was in the lake. Mom took some pictures and we left.

Later we went to Pizza hut and ate pizza with Nana. She gave us presents and they were; Pooh and Baby Kermit: dinosaurs Duke: a giant stuffed Tow Mater Bubbles: a toy lantern Me: some Hardy boy books, and Pippi: an elephant that make noises. We gave Nana hugs and left soon after.   Num Num in yo face.

The End

JEM

P.s I’m Awesome!

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Red Mountain Park, AL is Awesome!

We went to Red mountain to walk and to see Mr. Steve, Mine hole’s and nature. I saw lots of big leaves. We also saw a huge statue of spectacles. Spectacles are glasses. There were a whole lot of trees.

We walked a lot to see two mine holes. There were different trails to take and we went down a random path. On the way we saw mine hole 13. The last thing we saw was people zip lining. I personally think Red Mountain is Awesome! I hope we go there again!

Anyway, after we went to get ice cream. It was my first time eating Dippin ’Dots. I got birthday cake. They were good😊. Pooh got a king cone, baby Kermit got a popsicle. It fell on the floor :(. Duke got a Oreo cone. Jem and Pippi had Icees. Then Mr. Steve played a trick on me. Everyone laughed but me! Then we went home.

The end now you may stop reading this.

BY BUBBLES

p.s good bye

 

 

Infant losses and wins Pt.2

When I got pregnant with Pippi I was scared because it was not long after my first loss. I wasn’t sure I would get to keep her. I worried about everything. I was worried that she would have 12 toes or fingers. I made it worse by looking at pictures of stillborn babies. I was the most worried about an ectopic pregnancy.  I guess I had a right to worry.

I remember the day before Pippi was born because I thought I was peeing on myself. Thankfully I had a doctors appointment to tell me what was really going on. I was leaking amniotic fluid at 35 weeks. They sent us straight to labor and delivery. It felt like an eternity and no food or sleep until she was born. Thankfully being born at 35 weeks and barely 6 lbs held no serious health problems for Pippi. She was healthy. She was mine and I had no clue what to do with her? Good thing trial and error worked so well.

When I suffered my second loss Pippi was only 4 or 5 months old. I had thought for years that either both of my Fallopian tubes were working properly or one was super tube. That belief started because not long after I became pregnant with Jem. Another normal pregnancy. Normal for me is sick the entire time. I went into the doctors office at 36 weeks and found out I was fully dialated. Jem was born that day a little over 6 lbs and another healthy baby. She was a miracle.

After Jem was born we had hope for more children. Four years later I started to have migraines and found out I was pregnant with Bubbles. Again another normal pregnancy. Bubbles was the most relaxed labor and delivery. We watched the original Night of the Living Dead before the doctor told me it was time to push. The doctor and I argued about this later but for me Bubbles was born at 38 weeks around 8 lbs.  My pregnancy with Duke came as a surprise with him due on Bubble’s birthday a year later.

You can find Duke’s birth story here. He was born premature at 29 weeks weighing 3 1/2 lbs. His arrival scared me so much that I was afraid to have anymore babies. It was scary to think that I could have another preemie or lose another special person. It took years for me to forgive myself and fully understand that I did nothing wrong. After lots of prayers and confession about closing my heart to more children I found myself pregnant again.

Four years later….. Pooh’s announcement came shortly after we found out we would be moving to Washington, DC. Well that and we had donated everything to a prolife clinic. I am still so very thankful that my friends at St. Teresa’s were so happy to throw me a baby shower. They made sure little Pooh would have everything he needed. I remember only being able to eat Klondike bars and kraft Mac and cheese. Because of how premature Duke was I had to start a weekly regiment of progesterone shots. One hematoma is bad two hematoma sis the worst. It was painful but I was willing to do just about anything to keep my baby safe. 

Pooh’s labor and delivery was by far the longest. I was scheduled to induce labor at 39 weeks. I always say Pooh did this because my water broke 3-4 hours before I was expected at the hospital. My water broke at 2 or 3 am and he wasn’t born until around 5pm. Scar tissue caused labor to go long. It was caused by a cone procedure as well as an iud placement that took place after Duke’s birth. I regretted the iud not just because it eventual was inbedded in my cervix but because I did it out of fear.  I should have had more trust in God. 

Pooh was born a healthy baby with a very healthy appetite. He was ready to nurse as soon as he was born. He was around 7 or 8 lbs.  I really don’t remember because I was more focused on the fact that it was possible for me to give birth and be able to take my baby home with me a couple days later. He was my reassurance. 

It wasn’t long before I was expecting another. I am the shining example of you can get pregnant while breastfeeding. I was pretty depressed during my pregnancy. I thought for once I was going to be able to enjoy one baby at a time. That’s where hindsight is 20/20. Only God knew how much I needed these 6 little people in my life. Only God knew how sad I would have been without Baby Kermit. Again during my pregnancy, I was required to take progesterone injections. This time the pain was self inflicted. This process became harder the closer I got to 35/36 weeks. It was either a week or a few days after my last injection that Baby Kermit made his appearance. The only danger being that for the second time my blood pressure dropped a lot when given the epidural. To be honest I don’t remember what time or weight because a week or so later my mom was visiting and ended up in the hospital. She is fine but it’s not something I will ever forget when it comes to Baby Kermits birth story. 

I truly believe that God saw my sadness and knew just how my children I needed in my life. I wasn’t always happy about not being in charge of this but I’m very glad. My loss of two gave way for the welcoming of 5 more. My 6 wins. My 6 miracles, I should say 7 because I never thought I would find a man to share my life with. God has blessed me more than I could ever pray for. More than I deserve. 

My Infant losses and wins pt. 1

I woke up this morning to what felt like a very real dream. I know most of us feel the same way but this dream was very different. It wasn’t something I had on my mind. I can only understand that God/The Holy Spirit are telling me I need to share. My dream was that I miscarried a tiny little person. I could feel the sadness very deep down. I could also feel the loneliness that comes with it. What I got out of these feelings and sights was that I should share my experiences.

For anyone that doesn’t know this month is Pregnancy and infant loss month. This month holds a special place in my heart not just because I am prolife but the reason I am prolife. I would like to share with you my own losses and wins. I’ll explain the wins part last.

George and I were married in 2004. I remember being so happy that I had found the man I had secretly been praying for along time. At this point in time I was only 19 years old, active duty Air Force and we lived in South Dakota. I remember being so happy when we found out and really hoping we had a boy. Sadly enough not long after we were married George had to deploy and I was left alone to work and take care of myself with the help of some of George’s coworkers. I on the other hand had a supervisor who told me as soon as I shared my news of pregnancy tell me he hoped I had a miscarriage.

In July of that year I was 6-8 weeks along. I started bleeding and thought was is wrong. I went to a doctors appointment and they told me I was lossing my baby. I had to get back in the car with George’s coworker and try not to show any emotion. I had to hold in the sadness until I got home. I also had my little brother visiting that week. He was only 14 or so at the time. I remember it so clearly just crying and crying. Not being able to tell George that our baby wasn’t going to live. I felt so guilty and defeated. I was really alone. I was able to tell George eventually but he was on the other side of the world and I had no one. I decided to confide in my one friend who kept her promise not to tell my coworkers. I remember feeling like I would never be able to put myself back together.

But I never could have known how amazing of a man I had married until he found a way to come home. He came home to help me to grieve and to be able to grieve himself. Yes, the one and only time my husband has been deployed since we have been married he came home early. I thought I had failed as a wife and woman. I started to worry if I was able to have any children. Sadly enough this was not my only loss.

My second loss was in 2005. I was 21 and Pippi was a few months old. I had no real understand of life or wasn’t taught about what having a miscarriage meant. With my first loss of a baby I was really hurt. The second time I don’t think I was quite ready to have another. I was still breastfeeding Pippi and it seemed impossible to get pregnant so quickly after. I had started bleeding and was just ok with it. I wasn’t feeling good but I was ok or so I thought. A week before Katrina hit Biloxi, Mississippi  we were driving home to South Dakota. I thought that I was merely having alot of heartburn and eating alot of tums and drinking way too much Maalox. I passed out at a rest area. George drove me to the nearest open hospital in Sioux City, Iowa. I know he was scared to death. I can’t even imagine.

At the hospital they examined me and asked me questions. I didn’t want to tell them that I thought I was having a miscarriage. I’m not sure why. But I did tell them. That’s when we found out that not only did I need to have surgery to remove my gallbladder but I had also had an Ectopic pregnancy. My unborn baby had tried to grow in my Fallopian tube and died along with rupturing my Fallopian tube. We were in the middle of nowhere and I had to have surgery. I could have died. George did his best to take care of Pippi while I was in the hospital. She was a tough little one who refused formula and would only drink juice while I was unable to breastfeed her.

My poor unborn baby suffered and died in a place where it didn’t belong. This time things changed. I knew that the doctor had done his best to fix my tube but there were no guarantees that it would work. The chances of me having anymore children was up to God alone. And now that I think about it maybe my baby died so that I could have more children. Maybe God used my sweet unborn baby’s life to bring more babies into the world.

Peach Park, AL

A couple of weeks ago we went on another fun adventure. Kevin, Crystal and the kiddos invited us to meet up with them at Peach Park. I was excited to see that this place was only about 30 mins from Montgomery. The weather looked like it was going to be perfect and we are pretty free with our Sundays besides RE and Mass.

The drive up was pretty easy. I took the normal approach of not telling the kids where we were going or who would be there. They were very excited to see our friends. Kevin, Crystal and their kiddos are always a fun bunch to be around. We explored the garden with it’s cute pond, swings, and giant peach sculpture. When there are 10 kids around it doesn’t take long before there’s running and laughing going on. After the kids short lived exploration of the garden we headed to the playground. There is a really kewl barn area with slides, places to hide and climb. The kids tried out every piece of playground equipment there before complaining about being thristy or needing a bathroom break.

That’s when we decided it was time for a trip to the bathrooms/water fountain. Then all 14 of us got in line for a scoop of ice cream. I chose peach cheesecake because well cheesecake. The kids all scarfed down their ice cream before heading back to the water fountain for another drink of water. Then off to play again in the garden or swing on the swings. George sat back and did his normal thing of being the quiet guy while Kevin, Crystal, and I sat and chatted about what the kids had been up to..

We couldn’t stay too long because George had work in the morning and we had school. I like to stick to our schedule. So we said goodbye to our friends with plans to get together again soon. It was a fun afternoon at a peach themed park.