One Day Closer To You

Many of you know that I had Liam on October 15, 2014. He was born at 23 gestational weeks, being 17 weeks premature. I was admitted to naval hospital camp Lejeune around 12:45 am october 15 and Liam arrived at 0941 on the same day. I was told by multiple doctors and nurses that he would not survive birth. He weighed 1 pound, 1 ounce and was as handsome as could be. He was 10 inches long and his first cry was tiny, but the best sound in the world. Praise God #1  We were not given much hope from the doctors of his being able to be resuscitated. We were not given much hope of them being able to intubate him or give him the ivs he needed because he was "too small." Going in to this, danny and I agreed 100% that we wanted the doctors to do everything they could for him, but whatever God willed, we would still praise His name. The doctors were able to resuscitate, intubate and get ivs into him. Praise God #2 We were told transporting him would be a very unstable event and he might ...

So I read somewhere online that between 3 and 4 am, your body is at it's weakest point of the day and you are more likely to die in your sleep during that hour. Weird.  It's 3:19 am.  I'm not dead. And I also haven't posted many photos for the photo a day I challenged myself. Of course, we've had bigger fish to fry lately. Not that Liam is a fish. So anyway, here are a few photos I've taken just for fun.  A moment of still and quiet. When I say a moment, I mean about 2.3 seconds in real life. Haha, I wouldn't change it and I'm anxious to see how different Sammy and Liam's personalities are.  My silly boy! He knows when I'm not feeling super peppy and he does his best to cheer me up. :) I kinda really like that about him.  We are blessed that Gram and Papa are able to visit for a short while with us. It's been quite a length of time since we've seen them. Long overdue, but hey that's life for ya. We're going to enjoy them being her...

When I titled my blog "one day closer to you" several years ago, I was using it as a tool to help me get through a deployment. Then it was the second long deployment Danny was doing. It was my first being up here without family around me the whole time. It was also the first seven months I had ever driven myself EVERYWHERE.  Now, my blog is about getting closer and closer to bringing Liam home! That day is still a bit away, but I praise God for every day of forward progress Liam makes.  Yes, it's quite an adjustment. I'm physically fine after giving birth, but there are moments when I just feel overwhelmed. Here's the list of overwhelming things that run through my mind: Pumping milk for Liam Sammy continuing school Sammy's constant questions about everything but his brother Sammy magically thinking food appears in the fridge completely prepared Food/groceries for days we aren't able to go see Liam (believe it or not, I'm realizing I want a happy balan...

Breast feeding mom problem #1: none of your bras fit the slightest bit anymore.  I wouldn't change my opinion on breastfeeding or change my mind about doing this for Liam.  Anyway, we are about to get up and ready to go see our boy. With that comes packing up all the frozen and refrigerated milk that I pump on days we canmt make it down there. We've inadvertently become milk delivery drivers! I wonder if we could get some special assistance for that! Just kidding.  On a serious note however, many of you have asked how you can help and until now, my ask has been pray for and with us. I still want you all the do that, but if any one gets a newspaper subscription or can nab a few free papers (around here it's The Globe,) I would appreciate it greatly. The lactation nurse said to insulate the milk with newspapers and if some of y'all could help with getting some papers together, it would take a little bit off my plate. I will end this post a little short right now because w...

As I sit here typing this, I am on my second pumping of October 17th. I want you all to know that this isn't as easy for me as you think it is. I've heard loads of "wow you're so calm." "You are so strong." "I don't think I'd be able to do this." "Your faith is amazing."  I HAVE TO TELL YOU: it's not me. IT'S GOD.  Alone, I could not have survived the trip to the hospital. Alone, I could not have given birth to a beautiful little boy. Alone, I could not have willed him to live and be a fighter. Alone, I would not have been calm or so held together. Yes I've had my moments and yes I've snapped myself back to reality with the simple thought that God has this, because I certainly couldn't imagine orcastrating something this amazing in my own life.  Let me be here to encourage you today that no matter what issue you are facing God is ready and willing to take care of the issue AND you through the issue. He says...

I had started this post about half an hour ago. Had it all typed up and ready to hit publish when the Lord brought this old song my mom used to sing to me all the time back into my mind. I had to change the title of this post and everything. It's called One Day At A Time, Sweet Jesus. The song is not mine but I feel like I need to share the lyrics here to not only remind me that we aren't promised ten second from now, much less the whole day and sometimes we don't even feel we have the physical, mental or emotional strength for just that day but if we call on the name of Jesus, he will supply us with what we need exactly when we need it. So here they are followed by my post as it was typed up originally. I'm only human, I'm just a woman Help me believe in what I could be and all that I am Show me the stairway I have to climb Lord, for my sake teach me to take one day at a time One day at a time, sweet Jesus That's all I'm asking from You Just give...

As I've posted in the about me section and as many of you know, we have expanded our family.  Today at 9:41am, we welcomed Liam archer into our family. He arrived 17 weeks early and here is the story for the many of you who want to know it and just so I don't forget it later on. It may be a tiny bit graphic so if that's not your thing, this is your warning. :)  Our church has been in revival this week and last night as I was running the media program, I felt like I was having braxton hicks contractions. Ya know, the ones that are kinda like a running stretching before a big race? Yea the teaser contractions that get the uterus pumped for delivery day.  Only, these started to hurt and they became regular-ish.  Well against my better judgement, I didn't say anything because I didn't want to interrupt the flow of the service if it wasn't anything serious. I went home and to bed after the service.  Around 12:20am, I woke up and noticed I was bleeding. Not a lot but ...