I do not claim to be a professional but I have been having fun on picnik.com!
Enjoy my work!Ryan hanging out at the shore - July 2010
Monday, October 04, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Sorry I've been quiet, here are some pictures!
I know I haven't been around much but I've been a little busy with 2 little boys!
Here are some pictures from our recent photo shoot!
Here are some pictures from our recent photo shoot!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Madelyn Rose
I just realized that I never told the full story of my first-born baby girl, Madelyn Rose. It all started in December of 2005 when I found out I was pregnant, we were going to be parents! We were beyond excited as were all our family and friends. This baby was going to be the 1st grandchild on both sides of our family and both our mom's were so ready to be grandmoms (well a Nonna and a Mimi but you get the picture).
My pregnancy was uneventful and I enjoyed every minute of it. We had an ultrasound early on to help confirm the due date and then 2 more at 13 and 16 weeks pregnant. Everything looked great so there was no reason to have another ultrasound. On August 8th we had dinner with good friends and I wasn't feeling well. I was so uncomfortable and went home and took a nice warm bath. I went to bed that night and was excited when I slept for 1.5 hours straight (by this point I was getting up every hour). When I stood up to walk to the bathroom my water broke. It was so loud that Patrick heard it! We went to enough of the birthing classes (yes, we dropped out after the first 2) to know that if my water breaks we just head to the hospital. I was only 37 weeks and 1 day along so we weren't really prepared and ran around throwing stuff into a bag! We arrived around 3:00am and immediately went up to L&D and got hooked up to all the monitors. The baby looked good and the contractions were coming along.
They weren't really painful so by 8:00am we started an IV of pitocin which increased my pain so much that by about 11 or so I was ready for the epidural! After that was placed things didn't really progress any quicker and I think I ended up stalling at 7cm dilated. Around 4 or 5 they did an ultrasound to find out why I wasn't progressing and that's when they first told us there was swelling in our baby's head. I started to freak out but my OB said that it could just be because the baby couldn't fit out and had been pressing on the bone for too long. He said we could continue for a while but he was pretty sure I needed a c-section. So, we decided to just go ahead with the surgery and within an hour I was being prepped and taking into the OR.
As soon as I was told I needed a c-section I started to panic a bit. I just wanted everything to be ok with my baby and was starting to worry that something was wrong. The surgery began and it all seemed normal. I have watched enough labor and delivery shows on TV to sort of know what to expect. All of a sudden a haunting silence came over the entire OR and someone said that she was born but nothing else. There was no cry, no words. Patrick stood up to see her and he was pushed back down. I'm not sure exactly what happened after that. I know I was just crying out "she's not crying, why isn't she crying?". Crying out over and over again. Patrick told me that eventually he was brought over to where she was and was told that she was very deformed. He told them he didn't care, she was his daughter and he wanted to see her now.
He left the OR and followed her to the NICU while I was mercifully sedated for the remainder of the surgery. I woke up in recovery with Patrick in front of me, crying and telling me that our daughter was very sick. I asked to see her and they told me I had to wait, that I could see her after I calmed down and my blood pressure was better. Um, no...there would be no waiting for anything so they wheeled me down to the NICU and I was able to see my precious Madelyn Rose. She was on a ventilator and her face was very deformed. Her eyes were protruding out of the sockets, she had swelling in her cheeks and the top of her head was very elongated but she was MINE. My beautiful, first-born, much loved, very desired baby girl. Born Aug 9, 2006 at 6:11pm: 7lbs, 13oz.
I'm not sure the exact order but, at some point they said they wanted to take her for a CAT scan of her brain. Before they took her away Patrick baptized her (he's a pastor) and prayed over her. They took her down for the test and we went to a room to wait. While we waited a few doctors came in including a geneticist to tell us their suspicions about her condition. He was fairly certain that Maddie had a very rare condition called Pfeiffers Syndrome Type II. He said that it happened when she was conceived and it was just a random thing, nothing I did or didn't do caused it. He also said that words that I pray I never have to hear again, her condition was "not compatible with life". Those words are the most haunting words a mother could ever hear about her child's condition.
After she came back from her CAT scan we were told that it showed very little brain tissue and her prognosis was grave. We decided to remove her breathing tube and just enjoy any time we could with her. She actually cried a little when the tube came out and that was the BEST sound I have ever heard. We took her back to our room about 9pm and just took in our baby girl. A photographer from Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep came a little before midnight and gave us the most amazing gift, pictures of our new family of 3.
There were many times during the night that Maddie would quit breathing and I would put my hand on her chest and rub her and call out her name. The nurses kept telling me to get some sleep but I didn't want to miss a minute of time with her still with us.
She survived the night and saw the sun come up on a new day. At some point during the night I actually started to think that maybe she would survive (remember I had been up for over 30 hours by this point so I was a bit delirious) and we would get to take her home. After shift change, my new nurse wanted me to take a sponge bath and had a NICU nurse come in to hold Maddie while I did so. It was during this time that Maddie stopped breathing for the last time. The nurse brought her over and said that she had taken her last breath about 10 seconds earlier and her heart was still beating. I took her and held her tightly. We got Patrick and he and I just held her and each other until she was gone. It was very peaceful.
I have so much guilt that I wasn't holding her when she took her last breath, even now 4 years later. I held her all night long and the 10 minutes I wasn't is when it happened. It still hurts so bad that I wasn't the one holding her at that moment. As I type these words I just can't believe how torn apart I still feel. I really hope that I can eventually move past it and forgive myself.
After that things really get blurry. They took her away to be cleaned up, get foot/hand prints as well as have blood and photos taken to document her condition in case the suspected diagnosis was proven wrong and they would need to figure something else out. After all that was done we were able to see her again.
I was in the hospital for 3 days and came home without my little girl. The funeral director actually came when we were ready to be discharged and he walked out with her one way while we walked out the other. On one hand it made me feel better that we were leaving at the same time but, on the other hand it completely stunk that she wasn't leaving the hospital with us.
The next few days were filled with lots of phone calls and lots of family flying into town, making arrangements for her memorial service and cremation and a lot of tears. The pastor from my home church in PA flew all the way out here for her service and he was a great source of comfort for me. Her memorial service was beautiful but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted her, here, with me.
I had a lot of anger and was very bitter for a long time, I was supposed to have my baby with me, I was supposed to be a mother, she was supposed to LIVE. I had a perfect pregnancy, we were going to be great parents, what did I do wrong to deserve this? These were all the thoughts that ran through my head on a daily (sometimes hourly) basis. I have reconciled most of them at this point and although I wish she was here and miss her so much, I am in a much better place and finally able to talk about it without completely breaking down.
If you are still with me then thank you for listening to her story. I know I am missing many details but I hope I have remembered the important ones. I know I am not the best writer but I hope that I have honored her memory with my telling of her story.
My pregnancy was uneventful and I enjoyed every minute of it. We had an ultrasound early on to help confirm the due date and then 2 more at 13 and 16 weeks pregnant. Everything looked great so there was no reason to have another ultrasound. On August 8th we had dinner with good friends and I wasn't feeling well. I was so uncomfortable and went home and took a nice warm bath. I went to bed that night and was excited when I slept for 1.5 hours straight (by this point I was getting up every hour). When I stood up to walk to the bathroom my water broke. It was so loud that Patrick heard it! We went to enough of the birthing classes (yes, we dropped out after the first 2) to know that if my water breaks we just head to the hospital. I was only 37 weeks and 1 day along so we weren't really prepared and ran around throwing stuff into a bag! We arrived around 3:00am and immediately went up to L&D and got hooked up to all the monitors. The baby looked good and the contractions were coming along.
They weren't really painful so by 8:00am we started an IV of pitocin which increased my pain so much that by about 11 or so I was ready for the epidural! After that was placed things didn't really progress any quicker and I think I ended up stalling at 7cm dilated. Around 4 or 5 they did an ultrasound to find out why I wasn't progressing and that's when they first told us there was swelling in our baby's head. I started to freak out but my OB said that it could just be because the baby couldn't fit out and had been pressing on the bone for too long. He said we could continue for a while but he was pretty sure I needed a c-section. So, we decided to just go ahead with the surgery and within an hour I was being prepped and taking into the OR.
As soon as I was told I needed a c-section I started to panic a bit. I just wanted everything to be ok with my baby and was starting to worry that something was wrong. The surgery began and it all seemed normal. I have watched enough labor and delivery shows on TV to sort of know what to expect. All of a sudden a haunting silence came over the entire OR and someone said that she was born but nothing else. There was no cry, no words. Patrick stood up to see her and he was pushed back down. I'm not sure exactly what happened after that. I know I was just crying out "she's not crying, why isn't she crying?". Crying out over and over again. Patrick told me that eventually he was brought over to where she was and was told that she was very deformed. He told them he didn't care, she was his daughter and he wanted to see her now.
He left the OR and followed her to the NICU while I was mercifully sedated for the remainder of the surgery. I woke up in recovery with Patrick in front of me, crying and telling me that our daughter was very sick. I asked to see her and they told me I had to wait, that I could see her after I calmed down and my blood pressure was better. Um, no...there would be no waiting for anything so they wheeled me down to the NICU and I was able to see my precious Madelyn Rose. She was on a ventilator and her face was very deformed. Her eyes were protruding out of the sockets, she had swelling in her cheeks and the top of her head was very elongated but she was MINE. My beautiful, first-born, much loved, very desired baby girl. Born Aug 9, 2006 at 6:11pm: 7lbs, 13oz.
I'm not sure the exact order but, at some point they said they wanted to take her for a CAT scan of her brain. Before they took her away Patrick baptized her (he's a pastor) and prayed over her. They took her down for the test and we went to a room to wait. While we waited a few doctors came in including a geneticist to tell us their suspicions about her condition. He was fairly certain that Maddie had a very rare condition called Pfeiffers Syndrome Type II. He said that it happened when she was conceived and it was just a random thing, nothing I did or didn't do caused it. He also said that words that I pray I never have to hear again, her condition was "not compatible with life". Those words are the most haunting words a mother could ever hear about her child's condition.
After she came back from her CAT scan we were told that it showed very little brain tissue and her prognosis was grave. We decided to remove her breathing tube and just enjoy any time we could with her. She actually cried a little when the tube came out and that was the BEST sound I have ever heard. We took her back to our room about 9pm and just took in our baby girl. A photographer from Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep came a little before midnight and gave us the most amazing gift, pictures of our new family of 3.
There were many times during the night that Maddie would quit breathing and I would put my hand on her chest and rub her and call out her name. The nurses kept telling me to get some sleep but I didn't want to miss a minute of time with her still with us.
She survived the night and saw the sun come up on a new day. At some point during the night I actually started to think that maybe she would survive (remember I had been up for over 30 hours by this point so I was a bit delirious) and we would get to take her home. After shift change, my new nurse wanted me to take a sponge bath and had a NICU nurse come in to hold Maddie while I did so. It was during this time that Maddie stopped breathing for the last time. The nurse brought her over and said that she had taken her last breath about 10 seconds earlier and her heart was still beating. I took her and held her tightly. We got Patrick and he and I just held her and each other until she was gone. It was very peaceful.
I have so much guilt that I wasn't holding her when she took her last breath, even now 4 years later. I held her all night long and the 10 minutes I wasn't is when it happened. It still hurts so bad that I wasn't the one holding her at that moment. As I type these words I just can't believe how torn apart I still feel. I really hope that I can eventually move past it and forgive myself.
After that things really get blurry. They took her away to be cleaned up, get foot/hand prints as well as have blood and photos taken to document her condition in case the suspected diagnosis was proven wrong and they would need to figure something else out. After all that was done we were able to see her again.
I was in the hospital for 3 days and came home without my little girl. The funeral director actually came when we were ready to be discharged and he walked out with her one way while we walked out the other. On one hand it made me feel better that we were leaving at the same time but, on the other hand it completely stunk that she wasn't leaving the hospital with us.
The next few days were filled with lots of phone calls and lots of family flying into town, making arrangements for her memorial service and cremation and a lot of tears. The pastor from my home church in PA flew all the way out here for her service and he was a great source of comfort for me. Her memorial service was beautiful but it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted her, here, with me.
I had a lot of anger and was very bitter for a long time, I was supposed to have my baby with me, I was supposed to be a mother, she was supposed to LIVE. I had a perfect pregnancy, we were going to be great parents, what did I do wrong to deserve this? These were all the thoughts that ran through my head on a daily (sometimes hourly) basis. I have reconciled most of them at this point and although I wish she was here and miss her so much, I am in a much better place and finally able to talk about it without completely breaking down.
If you are still with me then thank you for listening to her story. I know I am missing many details but I hope I have remembered the important ones. I know I am not the best writer but I hope that I have honored her memory with my telling of her story.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
4 years
4 years ago today I held my baby girl as she quietly slipped from this world to the next.
I sit here snuggling with Ryan wondering about and missing her so much.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Happy 1st Gottcha Day Brandon!
Today is a BIG day for our family!
One year ago today Brandon was placed in our arms and we became a family of 3! I will never forget that day, it was one of the best days in my life. The anticipation, the joy, the love, the unknown all combined together was the most amazing, exhilarating feeling in the whole world.
It is so hard to believe that a year has gone by so fast! Brandon is doing so well, he loves to give us hugs an kisses. He is a sweet sensitive boy who, although he does naughty things, feels so bad after he does them. He LOVES his little brother and is so helpful with him. In the past few months Brandon has really started talking up a storm and some of the times we can actually understand him! He loves to sing and will find anything to make into a microphone and just sing away into it!
This day also makes me think about the family he left in Korea. His foster family took such great care of him and really prepared him to so readily accept and love us. We will forever be grateful to them and know how hard it was for them to say goodbye. We want to bring Brandon back to Korea to see them again one day. There is so much I want to say but it is late so I will just leave you with some pictures (which is why a lot of you are here anyway)! :)
One year ago today Brandon was placed in our arms and we became a family of 3! I will never forget that day, it was one of the best days in my life. The anticipation, the joy, the love, the unknown all combined together was the most amazing, exhilarating feeling in the whole world.
It is so hard to believe that a year has gone by so fast! Brandon is doing so well, he loves to give us hugs an kisses. He is a sweet sensitive boy who, although he does naughty things, feels so bad after he does them. He LOVES his little brother and is so helpful with him. In the past few months Brandon has really started talking up a storm and some of the times we can actually understand him! He loves to sing and will find anything to make into a microphone and just sing away into it!
This day also makes me think about the family he left in Korea. His foster family took such great care of him and really prepared him to so readily accept and love us. We will forever be grateful to them and know how hard it was for them to say goodbye. We want to bring Brandon back to Korea to see them again one day. There is so much I want to say but it is late so I will just leave you with some pictures (which is why a lot of you are here anyway)! :)
B on the 4th of July
Singing into the "microphone"
His first pony ride at the zoo
He smiles all the time EXCEPT in pictures. But Aunt Janice was able to capture a smile!
Singing into the "microphone"
His first pony ride at the zoo
He smiles all the time EXCEPT in pictures. But Aunt Janice was able to capture a smile!
One of little brother - Ryan @ 4 months old!
Monday, April 12, 2010
It's official!
We went to court today to finalize Brandon's adoption, he is LEGALLY ours! AND he is now a US citizen!
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
He's here!
I am proud to announce that our second son, Ryan James, was born on Monday, March 8th at 7:55am.
Here he is!
Here he is!
He weighed 8lb 10oz, 20 3/4 inches long and is just PERFECT! All 3 of us are in love with him! Brandon is such a good big brother and always wants to hold Ryan. He loves on him and gives him a lot of hugs and kisses, it is so cute!
Friday, March 05, 2010
One year ago today
One year ago today I was standing in the baby department of Target when I got a phone call from Holt. They had the file of a waiting child and wanted to know if we wanted to see it.
Of course I said yes, hung up the phone and tried to call Patrick. He was in Fremont visiting someone in the hospital and didn't answer. Finally, in what seemed like forever, he called me back and I excitedly told him the news. We both waited, separately for the email to arrive and it finally did (by this time I was in Sam's club). I forwarded it to Patrick and we both opened the pictures to see the cutest little baby boy!
We both hurried home and were finally able to open up the rest of the files including his background and medical info. We forwarded everything on to Dr Kolb (Holt strongly urges you to get an IAPs medical opinion on all waiting children and wait to accept the match until you have talked to one) and waited for his call.
That came on the morning of the 6th and Patrick excitedly called to tell me the good news Dr Kolb had shared with him and then we called Holt to tell them this was our son! We had a bunch of paperwork to fill out and then we had to wait over the weekend until Monday to hear back that we were officially matched!
So, considering my c-section is on Monday, March 8th, we will have gone from zero to 2 kids in almost exactly one year! What a blessing from God! I am so thankful tonight for both of my sons and can't believe I have known of Brandon for an entire year now!
Another piece of good news came today! We have a court date of April 12th to finalize Brandon's adoption! It will be legal, he will become a US citizen and he will be ours forever (as if he wasn't already)!
My mom arrives tomorrow so, unless this baby decides to come in the next 17 hours, she will be here to celebrate with us!
Ok, I'm tired and heading to bed. Good night!
Of course I said yes, hung up the phone and tried to call Patrick. He was in Fremont visiting someone in the hospital and didn't answer. Finally, in what seemed like forever, he called me back and I excitedly told him the news. We both waited, separately for the email to arrive and it finally did (by this time I was in Sam's club). I forwarded it to Patrick and we both opened the pictures to see the cutest little baby boy!
We both hurried home and were finally able to open up the rest of the files including his background and medical info. We forwarded everything on to Dr Kolb (Holt strongly urges you to get an IAPs medical opinion on all waiting children and wait to accept the match until you have talked to one) and waited for his call.
That came on the morning of the 6th and Patrick excitedly called to tell me the good news Dr Kolb had shared with him and then we called Holt to tell them this was our son! We had a bunch of paperwork to fill out and then we had to wait over the weekend until Monday to hear back that we were officially matched!
So, considering my c-section is on Monday, March 8th, we will have gone from zero to 2 kids in almost exactly one year! What a blessing from God! I am so thankful tonight for both of my sons and can't believe I have known of Brandon for an entire year now!
Another piece of good news came today! We have a court date of April 12th to finalize Brandon's adoption! It will be legal, he will become a US citizen and he will be ours forever (as if he wasn't already)!
My mom arrives tomorrow so, unless this baby decides to come in the next 17 hours, she will be here to celebrate with us!
Ok, I'm tired and heading to bed. Good night!
Monday, March 01, 2010
18 month old and 1 week to go
I know I have been very quiet lately, sorry! I am still pregnant and getting rather uncomfortable at this point. Today marks 38 weeks and 1 day of pregnancy, only 1 week until my scheduled c-section! My bags are mostly packed, the baby's bed is set up and his clothes are all washed! I REALLY wanted this little guy to wait until March to come and I got my wish. Now all I wish for is that he will be healthy!
Ok, I need to go lay down! Will update when he comes!
We went to our last visit at the perinatologist on Friday and the baby is looking great! They did a biophysical profile (BPP) and he scored 8 out of 8. He is in the 65th percentile for weight (approx 7lbs 7oz at this point) and looks great. His kidney measurement is still higher than "normal" but still in the mild range. It looks like his official diagnosis is Hydronephrosis Grade 1 and he may need a scan before or soon after he leaves the hospital.
By the end of each day I really start to feel horrible, my back begins to really ache and I start to get more contractions but nothing serious yet. If nothing happens before it, we will meet this little guy on Monday the 8th, my c-section is scheduled to start at 7:30am and we will need to be there at 5:30! :) Early day but I haven't been sleeping great anyway.
Brandon is doing great! He had his 18 month well check last week and the doctor is pleased with his progress in language. We had to do some sort of assessment (I think for autism) of his verbal/word recognition skills and he scored in the "not a concern" range for everything! Yay! He is talking more and more; he now says "Hi', "Daddy", "Mommy", "Me", "No", "Amy", "Backpack","Oww" (what he calls the cats based on the noise they make) and has imitated "Thank you" once.
He is a very loving baby who gives tons of kisses especially when you are giving him something he wants, I think it is his way of thanking us. I really hope that he will adjust well when his little brother comes home and that he is ok with me being gone for 3 days. He will get to come visit me but he is such a momma's boy that I know he will really miss me and I will miss him!
Ok, here is a picture of me at 36 weeks 2 days (2 weeks ago). It was taken with my cell so not the best but you get the idea!
Ok, I need to go lay down! Will update when he comes!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Baby # 3 update
I haven't updated much on baby # 3 due in March. Things are going pretty well. I am now 29weeks, 3days along and the baby is measuring perfectly in the 40% percentile at about 3lbs.
We have already had 5 ultrasounds so we have a lot of pictures of the little guy. Why 5 ultrasounds you may ask? Well, we had 2 at our regular OB and 3 so far at the Maternal Fetal Medicine specialist (or perinatologist). We went to see her for the first time about 18 weeks along and everything looked ok. One measurement was a little "on the border" so we were asked to come back at 26 weeks to check on everything. The measurement was of the renal pelvis which is part of the kidney. If you think about the kidney itself as the branches and leaves of a tree then the renal pelvis is the trunk of the tree. It is actually where the urine is stored before it travels down to the bladder. Well, the measurement of this is important and should be less than 4mm. At the 18 week ultrasound one kidney was right at 4 and the other was under. When we went back at 26 weeks the 4mm kidney was now at 7mm and the "normal" kidney was at 4mm. We went back yesterday and the 7mm kidney is now at 7.4mm and the 4mm kidney is now at 6mm.
What does all this mean? Well, we don't know. It could mean nothing and it's just something particular with our little guy that will go away on it's own before birth or shortly afterwards. It could mean that he has something called reflux where the urine refluxes back up to the renal pelvis from the bladder (much like stomach reflux). It could mean a lot of other things that I'm not supposed to worry about right now.
The doctor is telling us not to worry; that we are just going to keep an eye on it right now. 4mm-10mm is considered a "mild" case so he is falling in that range so far. The plan going forward is to monitor this measurement so we will go back at 34 weeks and then 38 weeks (one week before delivery) to check. He will probably need to be scanned in the hospital after birth to see a better view of this (it is harder to see the full picture through my belly). If he does have reflux we will need to see a pediatric urologist and the baby will need to be on a low does of antibiotics for his first year to prevent infection. Hopefully any kind of surgery will be unnecessary.
We are praying that this is nothing and resolves on its own by birth. Will you please join us in this prayer? Like I said the doctor is telling us not to worry but, seriously, how can I NOT worry. I do have a peace that everything will be ok but still worry given our history.
Other than that one anomaly, the baby is looking great. I have now had two 3D ultrasounds done and can tell you that he is a very handsome boy who looks like his dad. His Dad, by the way, does not want to see the 3D pictures so I will not be posting them for you to see. [sorry!]
Here is a video of the baby moving his mouth (you can also see his heart beating) as well as a few pictures!
We have already had 5 ultrasounds so we have a lot of pictures of the little guy. Why 5 ultrasounds you may ask? Well, we had 2 at our regular OB and 3 so far at the Maternal Fetal Medicine specialist (or perinatologist). We went to see her for the first time about 18 weeks along and everything looked ok. One measurement was a little "on the border" so we were asked to come back at 26 weeks to check on everything. The measurement was of the renal pelvis which is part of the kidney. If you think about the kidney itself as the branches and leaves of a tree then the renal pelvis is the trunk of the tree. It is actually where the urine is stored before it travels down to the bladder. Well, the measurement of this is important and should be less than 4mm. At the 18 week ultrasound one kidney was right at 4 and the other was under. When we went back at 26 weeks the 4mm kidney was now at 7mm and the "normal" kidney was at 4mm. We went back yesterday and the 7mm kidney is now at 7.4mm and the 4mm kidney is now at 6mm.
What does all this mean? Well, we don't know. It could mean nothing and it's just something particular with our little guy that will go away on it's own before birth or shortly afterwards. It could mean that he has something called reflux where the urine refluxes back up to the renal pelvis from the bladder (much like stomach reflux). It could mean a lot of other things that I'm not supposed to worry about right now.
The doctor is telling us not to worry; that we are just going to keep an eye on it right now. 4mm-10mm is considered a "mild" case so he is falling in that range so far. The plan going forward is to monitor this measurement so we will go back at 34 weeks and then 38 weeks (one week before delivery) to check. He will probably need to be scanned in the hospital after birth to see a better view of this (it is harder to see the full picture through my belly). If he does have reflux we will need to see a pediatric urologist and the baby will need to be on a low does of antibiotics for his first year to prevent infection. Hopefully any kind of surgery will be unnecessary.
We are praying that this is nothing and resolves on its own by birth. Will you please join us in this prayer? Like I said the doctor is telling us not to worry but, seriously, how can I NOT worry. I do have a peace that everything will be ok but still worry given our history.
Other than that one anomaly, the baby is looking great. I have now had two 3D ultrasounds done and can tell you that he is a very handsome boy who looks like his dad. His Dad, by the way, does not want to see the 3D pictures so I will not be posting them for you to see. [sorry!]
Here is a video of the baby moving his mouth (you can also see his heart beating) as well as a few pictures!
Thanks for your prayers!
Friday, December 25, 2009
Christmas Day
We were stuck inside today due to 8" of snow coupled with 45 mph wind gusts. The result was snow drifts up to waist high in some areas and lots of roads closed. We really didn't have any plans anyway so it wasn't that big of a deal. Brandon did great for his first Christmas home although he really had no interest in opening any of the wrapped presents. There were 3 things unwrapped and he just kept going back and forth between each of them. He got a battery-operated 4-wheeler (from Aunt Janice), a tool bench (from Mimi) and a kitchen (from Nonna and Poppy)!
Here are a few pictures and a video from our day, enjoy!
Before:
After:
Brandon on his new 4-wheeler:
Playing with his new kitchen:
His new tool bench (that matched Daddy's big new tool bench)
Here are a few pictures and a video from our day, enjoy!
Before:
After:
Brandon on his new 4-wheeler:
Playing with his new kitchen:
His new tool bench (that matched Daddy's big new tool bench)
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