was the 18th. Tuesday. Still, I am a wreck. I could also be balling and sad because I am devestated. It is ok to be sad. This IS sad. My baby is no longer here. He is no longer mine to hold, mine to nurse, mine to pray over. While my hope is not here, newsflash: We are stuck here. Until we get the fast pass, or our Lord comes back, we are ordained to be here until He calls us home. My God will not abandon me, I know this. and I am left repeating truth to myself, or desperately searching scriptures for comfort. What I usually circle around to (the only thing that brings me comfort) is knowing I will get to meet up with him one day that is much too far away. So I end these sessions with what our reunion will be like. The mom in me wants to make sure he is ok. of course he is ok. Who welcomed him? Does he know how much I love him? How I miss him? Does he know me? Has he missed me? What happened? Did it hurt? Can he hear what I am praying for him? Does God hug him and tell him how we love him and miss him so? What are the rules for heaven? And I finish these times in frustration.
I will spend the rest of my life grieving his sweet short life, and the miracle he was. I will never forget what God has done to my heart in this short time. I don’t know if you will ever get me back whole. In many ways I feel like I am on life support right now. I am breathing. Ingesting enough food to function. I can hear you. But I am broken like I have never been broken before. I revisit that morning, the hospital…. Revisiting the most painful moments in your life… and then a child cries over a stupid toy you know you have thrown away at least 6 times, or you have to unload the dishwasher. It feels like blasphemy. Motherhood and everyday functioning has all of a sudden gotten very confusing. I feel as though God has given me a home, a family, and role, but left me disabled. Does that make sense? In the moments of feeling the most disabled and overcome with sadness God is good to remind me He is still good. He is the same God as before all this happened. God has reminded me I have hope because He lost His son too. I have hope for my baby and being able to hold him again, because of the blood shed on the cross and the fact He was in fact resurrected. I am clinging to that hope tighter than I ever have. That is allowing the breath to come in and out. That is my life support.
Category: Christian
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Due date
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The last of the firsts…
I hope. This day last year was the saddest, most empty day of my life. I know Chad would concur. A couple days prior, we felt Christian had been snatched out of our hands. By this day, we felt we were able to hand him back to God with honest hearts.Dear Christian,One year has passed. I believe we have hit every “1st” by the strength of God. I absolutely am in shock a year has passed. We are broken in so many different ways…still. Today as I grieve your loss, I have the gift to only think about you. I am in the hospital, in a quiet room, able to cry however I want, pray as loud as I want, and just think about you. I have caught myself going to a place where I play the ‘would you rather game’. Wondering if it would have been easier had I had a warning, never had you or had you for a lot longer. All scenario’s are not glorifying to God and show nothing of my faith. In fact, God rewards this foolish thinking with an all consuming frustration. My faith is in a trustworthy Creator who knows and does what is best. At times I need to admit the grief I am experiencing in losing you, sweet child, and allow myself to be comforted by the One who loves you more than I. You know our Savior in a way that I will not know for many years to come, Lord willing.Today I hurt and cry because I desperately miss you with my whole being. I want you back! I want to cuddle you, and change you, and hear you giggle and fuss. I wantto smell you and play with you. The whole experience of your loss is overwhelming. It does not own me, yet; it follows me everywhere and is always ready to meet me when I decide to look back. It’s this necessary piece of our humanity. I am so thankful God has providentially chosen us to miss you, love you, and patiently wait to be with you in our Savior’s presence. Sweet baby, we have learned so much about our God that words on a page are incapable of capturing. We have been taught the most beautiful lesson in love through your life and death. A beautiful lesson that begins and ends with Jesus, His sacrifice and how our hope for a future forever is in the palm of His hand, waiting to be taken. Sweet boy. Your life has opened many many gates to sharing God’s truth, our hope and the nature of our loving God. We miss you and love you more than words,Mama -

Schizophrenic Update
Our Christian would have been one Wednesday. I awoke with tears flowing. What followed, I could have never dreamed. My husband never let me go-he held my hand, my heart and walked with me through the emotional day. I could not love him any more than I do in this moment. In fact, the love that has come from the loss of Christian’s life is blinding. It is an avalanche of God’s love, perfected in friendships and relationships with people He has given to walk with us. We are thankful for each of you. Many of you showed us love, gifts, and kindness today that will never be forgotten. I actually wrote down every single thing and person God has given us through this journey to ensure I will not soon forget. Providentially, we had to stop by Brayden’s school for something, and we were surprised and shocked to be gifted the most cherished box of handmade cards from each child in my boy’s class, complete with pictures and sentences of encouragement, cards from parents, and a very generous monetary gift. On went the tear faucet. As I read each and every card, I saw the gift of life in each child God created, His loving teacher and the parents. What big hearts! So. much. love.
If that is not encouraging enough, this last week has held many good things I will claim as praises.
1) my legs are working better! I can hobble around. It’s ugly, but hey! I can figure it out. (Safely with a walker-complete with some smashingly hot tennis balls). I am not bed bound as I had humanly feared, and I attribute this to ALL to your faithful and appreciated prayers. I hope you see the progress as the answered prayers they are and that they would bolster your faith and strengthen your prayer life. God has given us a miracle in mobility. Please continue to pray. I am numb up to my stomach, the sensations are rare and the muscle weakness is pretty bad. I need to eat my wheaties and actually do the pictograms on the PT chart that have been copied 46 times. There is hope! 🙂 Each day is giving me more and more to be thankful for.
2) Ready for some gross TMI?? If not, there is a little x in the upper left hand corner.
Tuesday morning, my staples failed, and brain fluid started flowing out. Like a lot. It was gross and scary. So we saw the surgeon right away and he looked at me, and stapled my head shut again, no anesthesia. True story. It’s ok, out squirted a shower of cervical spinal fluid. He bravely freaked out, and immediately put in 4 sutures in to stop the leaking. NO ANESTHESIA. Are you kidding me? Maybe I do have super powers. I then started crying and they kindly gave me a horse tranquilizer. Many narcotics later, it’s all better. Amen.The surgeon also ordered an MRI to see how much residual tumor is left, so we will know how to move forward. The next appointment is next thursday with my ‘fix the annoying blonde’s brain’ team. The seizures are still a coming. They are shorter than before the surgery, but still present. So that is something to pray for. Please no more seizures! The hope is they will go away, so I can be an independent mommy.3) Chad was scheduled to go to work today, and on the way there, they cancelled work due to the fires. While I am sad for San Diego, I am thankful I got my man today! This was a gift as I LOVE my husband, and enjoy every extra minute I get to be with him.
4) Regardless of the fact we redated our anniversary to July 18, we did celebrate {eat out} on our anniversary, at a super packed fancy restaurant. I am so glad I made reservations.5) I have been getting hours upon hours of this preciousness:
6) we had a peaceful celebration of what would have been Christian’s 1st Birthday at the cemetery. It was a warm breezy early evening, and I couldn’t help but be thankful for the lives God has graciously given us to love, nuture, and raise.
7) My big outing this week was getting my nails done with mamabird, and frequenting the ever trashy walmart. I made eye contact with a bald guy in above the knee pink shorts wearing a pair of rolled over uggs. It was beautiful… and of course I couldn’t grab my phone camera quick enough. I nailed the corner of the aisle with the motor cart and scared a small family. Sooooorrry! But not really, because it made me giggle, and well….it feels good to giggle.
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Why Blog?
There are chapters of life where there are peaks and chapters filled with valleys. And then there lies all that is in between. We all own this reality.
Ecclesiastes chapter 3:1-8 affirms this truth.
1 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
2 a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.




