Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Happy 8th Anniversary

Eight whole years.
Tim asked if I was shocked that we made it 8 years...
or if I was more shocked at how quickly the 8 years went...
and my reply was "both."

He knows I am joking.
And I am.
Despite all that we have done,
all that we have been through...
my marriage is a blessing from God.
And I love my husband more today,
than I did 8 years ago.

Today he took the day off from work (a HUGE deal if you know his work ethic!)
and we spent the day going to the high risk Dr.
Let's just give them the code name, Dr. Risky...
there is a whole team of them,
and they are awesome...
but to keep everyone straight~that is what I will call them.

I also have a regular OB/GYN
whom I will see on a regular basis.
I did not have her with Will,
I had the Dr. Risky team.
They rock.
And walking into that office, with good news this time,
was uplifting.
I know I will be taken care of.

So today when we went,
I got the red carpet treatment in the ultra sound room.
The tech and I had a coffee the month after Will died,
and I adore her.
She was so excited, she popped a disk into their new machine
and got tons of pictures.
Even better...she busted out the 3D equipment
and just went crazy.

But, I am measuring smaller than I had figured.
So, they laughed when I groaned loudly at only being 8 weeks and 4 days.
I'm glad they think its funny...
I don't!
The double digits is a big deal,
and I would have kept my mouth shut for a bit longer.
But then again, what good would it do to keep it a secret anyways?

If anything happens, the world will know about it...
who am I trying to kid?
And besides, I have been sick for what seems like forever,
not complaining (its a huge blessing)
but I guess each day that passes is a small victory for me.
Not sure I could really hide it much longer,
my pale nauseating face pretty much gives it away:)

So, the 3D pictures were slightly funny.
Just a blob that looked like a little gummy bear with bumps where the arms and legs will be.
It almost freaks me out when I see it like that,
makes you realize just what a miracle the entire process is.

Then we heard the heartbeat.
That got me right in the gut,
and for a moment...
I was back in my hospital room, with Will on the monitor.
The nurses would hook me up twice a day for nearly 30 min. or longer,
and his steady heartbeat would put me right to sleep...
that is, if he wasn't hiccuping loudly.
There is just something about hearing that little heart beat,
it chokes me up.

And it makes this whole situation not blissful or thrilling...
but very scary.
Hearing the heartbeat
brings all sorts of painful memories that no one really knows about.
It should be a happy thing,
but going down this road again is another test of faith.

After we had a chat with Dr. Risky,
some various things were discussed.
There is no rhyme or reason why Will's water broke.
They don't know why,
there is nothing that I did or didn't do.
So we will sit tight and let this pregnancy progress.
At least I feel like there is a plan in place,
but this is where I am glad that I have so many people praying for us.

That is the one thing,
I know I can believe in...the power of prayer.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas


After years of...
standing in long security lines,
missing flights,
running through airports
and all the other things that happened
which nearly caused me to have a nervous breakdown
trying to get home for Christmas...
I am waking up in my own home,
in my own bed,
and my family is visiting us today.

Awesome.
Truly a Merry Christmas.
Especially with the way I have been feeling for the past few weeks:)

And while we are still missing Will beyond words right now,
this year is more tolerable.

Maybe because we have found hope again...
Maybe because there is a chance we will have truly Merry Christmases in the future.
Maybe because next year, there might actually be a baby here to hug:)
Merry Christmas...
And thank you to all of you who have continually prayed for this.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Remembering


I haven't written in a really long time again.
Not that I don't think about it, 
but the things that are happening around me aren't exactly
happy or hope inspiring.
And after all, things are tough right now for a lot of people.
So when even worse things happen,
it hits hard.

The night before Thanksgiving,
I opened an email not knowing what it held.
It was simply a sales ad from a Marine store...
but it also held various other topics.
It held the news that one of Tim's snipers,
Charles Cartwright,
had been killed in Afghanistan on Nov. 7th.
But we didn't find out until later,
and missing his funeral deeply affected us.
I want to write about him, because the last few weeks have been spent remembering him and trying to make sense out it.
And I believe, that to honor these heroes...is to speak of them. To share who they were, and why the loss is staggering.

Out of Tim's snipers, I had a few favorites...
Charlie was for sure one of them.
He was goofy and his smile...
it was the kind that made you smile just by seeing it.
He was a great Marine.
When I opened that email and saw his picture,
all I could do was scream...
it couldn't be him.
The picture above is Tim's platoon in Iraq. Charlie is in the back row without a hat.
I love this picture,
and I laugh because I see the personalities shine through.

I've been extremely blessed to know so many giving
and courageous...and hilariously funny Marines.
Live hard, play hard...
that is what we always said.
Times spent with these guys, were some of the best of my life.

But life is hard when you have to live to see  your young friends die.
Wonderful men who chose this life...
and loved it.
I know Cartwright loved what he did.
It doesn't make it any easier.
Because 26 is too young.

And so as Christmas creeps closer,
I think about so many families that are living without.
Without their homes, without their jobs...without a loved one.
And what really breaks my heart, is that now I know the pain that sits in your soul when your child dies before you...

So today, when I got my termination letter for my job...
I was surprised and disappointed,
yet with everything that has happened it takes a heck of a lot more to defeat me nowadays.
Sure I lost my job less than a week before Christmas.
But I find myself not really caring.
Because in the big scheme of things,
it doesn't really matter.

Knowing people like Charlie,
inspire Tim & I to keep our heads up.
I can't help but think back to this fall,
and see the series of events that took place.
Each one acting as a stepping stone to take me to the next.
I just have to have faith,
this this is another one of those stepping stones.
That somehow, it all will fit together for a greater good.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Baby Be Blessed


Awhile back,
I came across this website.
These dolls are so sweet,
and I wanted one...even long before we knew what Will's story would be.

But it just never materialized.

A few months ago,
a friend emailed.
She wanted to give me one of these dolls.
God works in mysterious ways....
because I had never mentioned wanting one of these dolls to anyone.
So needless to say,
I was absolutely thrilled...

Tonight, when I got home I saw a box on our front steps.
My heart fluttered a bit,
that is how excited I am about getting this doll.
Each of these dolls has a Bible verse patch sewn on front,
under his name I picked to have the following:

"God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes;
and there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying,
neither shall there be any more pain:
for the former things are passed away."
Revelation 21:4
The pictures of the verse didn't turn out...
but I absolutely love this hand made doll.
Thank you, Megan!
You are the best...

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Catch up.

So...
have you ever gotten so behind at something,
that the sheer thought of "hacking at it" seems to send shudders through your entire being? That would be me when I think of all the partial blog posts I have yet to finish.

I have not forgotten,
or even put it off.
I simply would begin to write about a number of things,
and then something would happen...
and by the time I got back to it,
well,
the moment was gone.
The writing and thoughts were interrupted.
And it just didn't sound or read as well as I wanted it to.

The perfectionist in me is coming back.

What is shocking is that it is December.
Here are the facts:
I have continued my altered diet and lifestyle,
which includes acupuncture, Chinese herbs,
and a totally different diet.
No pop, no caffeine, no coffee...and a whole bunch of other "no's"

However, I am finding myself with more energy.
A better outlook...
and just generally feeling better.

Which is good, because lots has been going on in our house.
I will be writing a more in depth blog soon,
but for the time being,
other things have called.
Like decorating our Christmas tree,
putting lights on Will's tree outside,
cleaning the gutters before it SNOWS,
setting up snow plow service (utterly crucial)
and then that silly Christmas card letter has been nagging me almost as much as this blog.