14
Aug
10

God is bigger, part II

Wow. Long time, no write. I see that my last post was when I found out that I was preggers with Charles. Oops! Let a little time pass by, huh? It seems that it’s always the super big blessings and super big trials that drive me to pound out my story on the keyboard. So now let me begin pounding away in response to the questions, prayers, judgments, etc. that have been sent our way concerning me leaving our home to work.

First, I must set a backdrop. Most of my family and friends are Christians, but some of you aren’t (still praying for you, wink wink :O) ), so I’d like to give you a quick rundown. First and always, we are to be obedient to God and what He has put forth in His holy word, the Bible. Second, I am to respect and honor the wishes of my spouse, as he is the head of our household. If we have a “problem”, we pray, we read God’s word, get advice from Christian counselors (first two are more important), and then repeat until God answers us. Sometimes it happens quickly, sometimes it takes a long time. God will answer though, because He is faithful.

Now, as a Christian, there are things that I used to assume, even though there really isn’t any scripture to support the fact. The one big issue I’m referring to is staying at home with my children. I KNOW that’s best, so surely that is what God wants for every mother. I had to work when Brodie was a baby, from his 4th month to his 11th. When we found out that we had orders to Germany, I considered staying at home, which is what I wanted, though I thought it would be too hard. Yup. I thought raising one child would be harder than teaching 20 kids. I was right. I digress…anyway, we ran the numbers, and came to the conclusion that there was NO way I could stay at home if we also wanted to travel while in Europe, which we did (um, no brainer?). Long story short, no available jobs. So I started a sub packet, since all teachers know that subbing is the way to get your name out there and into the hearts of the principals. In the midst of that, I felt the Lord clearly telling me to STOP. Stop the paperwork, stop the school visits, stop. stop. stop. Stay home with your child. So I obeyed. When I told Chris about this, he, a less seasoned Christian than I (and yes, he knows I’m writing this, and no, I don’t think I’m THAT seasoned, just moreso than my hubster), said, “So how are you going to know when God wants you to go back to work?”  I responded with “He may not. He just told me to stop.” Chris knows the ins and outs of how to get hired as a teacher, so he says “But if you’re not in the schools, they will never even know about you, and would never choose you.” I countered with “Well, I don’t think I could go back into a classroom anyway. It just took too much time away from my family. And, I’m in the system since I before worked with DoDDS, so if God really wants me, then they will find me.” That’s how we left it, and slowly (months and months), Chris accepted God’s decision. The BEST part about this time is that this is when I discovered PWOC, Cadence House, and all the wonderful Christian women who have surrounded me with love. I’ve grown more in the past two years as a Christian than the rest of my life combined.

It was also during this time that my mind somehow grasped on to the mothers should raise their own children concept. Which I still think is true, because as Chaplain Costin says, “It’s this simple. Who will do a better job raising your children? You, or someone else?” Another no-brainer.

Here we are two years later, one more little rambunctious boy added to the mix. We’re not rich, but we’re not poor. I would say our debt is average…school loan (kind of big…thanks FSU for at least giving me in-state tuition prices), car loan. I’m happy. We’re happy. In fact, we’re much happier than the years when I was bringing in the big bucks. So, let me just answer this question right here. Do I need to work? NO! Do I want to work? NO. For $10,000? NO! How about $100,000? NO! I want to be with my boys.

Then. The. Bomb. Dropped.

or landed in my email inbox. “Possible Position Opening.” An email from the principal of a middle school asking if I’m interested in a full time position. No details.

Chris was in the kitchen. When he left the livingroom, I was happy. When he returned, I was in tears (women and their hormones, geeeeez!). In “sobspeak” I told Chris “it’s going to be hard when I tell this principal ‘no’, but I just can’t do it.” So, Chris starts with the whoas and wait-a-minutes. You said that God would have them find you if they wanted you. Yes, well that was before. Now I KNOW I’m supposed to stay home. Right?

Fast forward through some prayers, scripture reading, Christians’ advice and opinions, etc. Chris and I are going back and forth. He knows he’s “lost” because he knows there is nothing in the bible that says “you should leave your kids and work.” Needless to say, this is his first time really going through scripture to search for an answer. How would he know that there isn’t a chapter on “what to do when you have young children.” We told him that it doesn’t work like that, but that the scripture would stand out and make sense to HIM, even if it doesn’t for anyone else. And the chapter probably won’t be on the exact predicament in which you find yourself. But. You will find God when you seek Him with all your heart. The funny thing is, in my mind, I was agreeing. I thought “he he he, he WON”T find anything saying I should work.” I just knew that this would blow over and that I would be with my kids.

I started praying and reading myself. Sometimes we read and prayed together, but a lot apart. I have had this real desire to see my husband seek the Lord apart from me. To step into his role at the head of our family with a strong Christian foundation. So, I’m reading and I’m praying, repeat, repeat. Then a verse came to me. It was something about going out and praising the Lord. I don’t really remember it, because I didn’t like it, so I flipped away from it. It wouldn’t leave my brain, so the next day I tried to find it but I couldn’t. What God did give to me was Romans 15. The parts that jumped out were that God would be praised among the Gentiles (hold on, I’ll cut/paste)…”Therefore I will praise you among the Gentiles;
      I will sing hymns to your name.” and later in the chapter:  “Those who were not told about him will see,
      and those who have not heard will understand.”

Wow. Not exactly what I wanted. And the sobbing began. The “why God?” and “surely you must be mistaken?” and then the prayers for clarification and confirmation. Not even an hour later the phone rings. It’s the principal. For those of you unfamiliar with the education world. The principal doesn’t usually email. or call. (and thank you Sheila for reminding me to keep my pride in check; indeed I’m sure it would have taken over had you not spoken the truth in love!) So here’s the principal. Now I didn’t go through with that part of the story so let me fill you in. I responded to the initial email saying that I was praying about it and that I would let him know the status of my interest as soon as possible. I also told him that I was anxious to be around middle schoolers and that I have never taught them. Finally, I told him that I had been a stay and home mom (SAHM) for two years and was hesitant to give up that role. I also asked him for more information. SOOOO, basically I tried everything I could to be honest and really to scare him, while also honoring my husband by at least finding out more information. He wrote back immediately that it was for the Library Information Specialist position. He also appreciated my candor (doh! didn’t work the way I wanted it!), and hoped that I would get back to him soon. I didn’t respond that day. The next day he sent another email that the position was officially open and that my name was forwarded to him. I still didn’t respond to him. It was after this email that I found Romans 15. I had prayed for confirmation, and then an hour later is when the principal called. I almost burst into tears, poor guy! I told him that I just didn’t think I could leave my kids, and that honestly, I was leaning towards staying at home, pending God’s direction and my husband’s (at least the guy definitely knows I’m a Christian!). He was very empathetic and asked how old they were. When I responded he said “Whoa.” I said, “Yes, they are my babies, and I’m having a hard time even thinking about leaving them.” He suggested I at least come down to the school and look around. He promised the library was bright and airy, not a dungeon. I reminded him that I had never been an IS, and that I had forgotten half of what I learned in grad. school. He said “Well, you gotta jump in somewhere, right?” It was clear now that his persistence was not going to let up, and he was very kind, so I told him I would at least do that. He even arranged to have the incumbent librarian come up there and talk to me.

I’m writing a book. I know. Sorry. This may be so silly to some folks. But this is my life. And my boys are only third to my God and my husband. No job holds a candle anywhere near them. During the time I spoke with the IS, she mentioned some of the things the kids were reading, and I saw where my “light” would be helpful. I’ve received many confirmations that I should return to work, but I still keep holding out for God in His infinite wisdom to change His mind.

On to the best part. In talking to one of my “spiritual mothers” she brought up the fact that this could be a matter of obedience to God and my husband. Is the husband wife relationship that important? YES! Enough to even possibly have something like this happen? Apparently! I’ve prayed so long for Chris to take the initiative to pray and seek the Lord without my prodding him. I have told him over and over that I will respect his wishes if they line up with the Lord’s will, but that he HAS to seek out the Lord. He said I just FEEL that ____. I told him not to trust his feelings, b/c they could come from himself, the Lord, or the enemy. Get in the WORD! And be open to what God wants, even if he wants me to be at home with the boys! Seek Him with all your heart and you. will. find. Him. Soooo, this morning he comes into me saying “I think I found something!” He showed me THREE different places where he felt like God was speaking to him! Praise the Lord! I told him that I was “weepy” proud of him, that I’ve prayed for this for sooooo long! He left, and later returned with his bible and a big smile on his face, “I found another one! And if this one doesn’t shout out the answer, nothing does!” BTW, the header of the chapter of that last one was, “the year for canceling debt”. The first ones that stood out to him was Moses’ first encounter with God, when God wanted to use him and Moses made excuses (I HAVE to be a home with my children…hey a darn good excuse, if I say so myself). Another was giving an offering every seven years (we’ve been married seven years), and something about giving two offerings at a certain time (which stood out to Chris as me offering up to God our two boys to receive care elsewhere). Another point that occurred to us at different points is that it is possible that BRODIE could also be the one, in addition to me, to “go out and praise God among the Gentiles.” He is known to sing Jesus songs, speak scripture, or at least “the rules”…”HEY! God says to share!…Treat others how…! Don’t cry! Ask Jesus to help you!” Don’t think for a second that God won’t use a child that young.

It occurred to me. Which is better, that I stay home with my children for another year or two (against God’s wishes, mind you) and make myself happy, or have my husband FINALLY turn to the Lord with all HIS heart, buck up, and become the husband and father that God (and I) want him to be? I think it would be far worse to miss that second element from the boys’ lives. THIS has been what it has taken for Chris to change, but I praise the Lord that He was faithful to answer that prayer for me. And now a peace has settled in my heart.

So, nothing has been signed, and God can still speak differently, but as of now, it looks like it’s His will that I return to work.

Now, I know there are those of you out there who thought like I used to, that I should be at home. I pray for you not to judge my family, and to know that we faithfully sought out the Lord on this matter. It is not for you or me to understand the ways of the Lord; just to obey Him. There are some of you to whom I even dread talking, I just know I won’t feel the love and support I was given before. If you feel that way, it’s okay. Choosing God’s way doesn’t always make or keep friends.

Now, our prayer is that we can find someone to keep the boys in our home. If initially we have to use the CDC, it’s okay b/c I can keep breastfeeding Charles during the middle of the day, since it’s only around the corner. Once Chris goes back to 24 shifts, he will be the caregiver for 2-3 days of the week, so we would only need someone for the days he works (alternating MWF, TTH). Please join us in praying for this. And praise Him that my husband has been stretched so much through his ordeal, and that his bible will continue to stay open as he seeks the Lord on behalf of himself and our family for the rest of his days.

Thanks for hanging in and reading this far!

Much love and blessings,

Betty

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06
Jun
09

God is Bigger…

This one is lengthy, and some of you will be reading things you already know. However, I’ve made new friends here in Germany, and feel that I should share my testimony with them as well…

I can’t believe it has happened. For years, I was always secretly upset by women who got pregnant without “trying”. Even after I had Brodie, it still got to me a little. It was something I tried to give to God of course, but the green-eyed monster can rear its ugly head at the least expected times. Yet here we are, PREGNANT! Part of me doesn’t want to be in the “we weren’t trying” group, because I know how it hurts those who were like me. Yet the bigger part of me knows that this is God’s blessing for MY family, and I will be thankful and rejoice.

Now according to doctors, one may say that I was, indeed, trying because I wasn’t on any contraceptive. To that I laugh. I have not been on contraceptives since I got married, save for the time after having Brodie until the past December. So why did I come off and not consider myself as trying? Well, the truth is, I didn’t want to try. It hurts emotionally, as any infertile woman can tell you. I wanted to be lazy and just go straight to a fertility specialist, which I waited for with Brodie until we had been trying for over 3 years. The problem with going straight to a fertility specialist is, well, you can’t. Not in the military anyway. You need a referral. In order to get the referral, you have to prove that you have been “trying” for at least 9-12 months. We wanted the referral at the end of this year, so we went off of contraceptives in December to start the “wait”. You also are supposed to have fertility charts to present for the referral. I was going to alter the dates and reuse my charts from trying to have Brodie. Yup, that’s how much I didn’t want to try on my own.

In my prayer journal I have the names of several close women to me who are trying to start families (FYI, I have had the great honor of crossing off one of the names!). However, I did not have my name on the list, because like I said, I wasn’t trying. When February rolled around, the request that I wrote in my journal was not to get pregnant. Rather, I asked God to prepare my body and Chris’ (after all, I wasn’t the only one with fertility issues) to expand our family according to God’s will. I always kept in mind that God may want me to have a child that is not necessarily biologically mine, so I was open to that blessing as well. I asked for a strong, God-centered marriage, and a marriage where love, in every sense of the word, was easily witnessed and felt by our son, Brodie.

It wasn’t even a month after I wrote and prayed those words that my body started to act like something was going on. The smells, the nausea. I was sooooo in denial, because that can’t happen to me right? And God laughed. I can doubt myself  and my body all day long, but don’t for one second question what God can do. He wonderfully and fearfully made my body, just as He did Chris’ and Brodie’s, and now He was ready to show me how He can do it again.

If I thought I was denial, Chris was in ultra-denial. He alluded to the fact that I was a little mental, and that I used to talk myself into believing I was pregnant when I was trying to have Brodie. My argument to that was that I wasn’t looking to be pregnant this time as I was so desperately doing then! When I started craving cantaloupe, one of my least favorite fruits, I knew something was up. I took a test in a hurry on the day I was leaving for my PWOC (protestant women of the chapel) conference on March 27. I knew we would be loading up on coffee, so I wanted to be safe just in case. There I was, rushing around packing, when I looked down and saw the word that I could never seem to get years before: “pregnant” (as an aside, I would like to add that I hate that particular test. It was the only name brand they had at the store, but I knew I would question the results of a generic test. Why do I hate it? There is nothing worse than for a woman who is trying to get pregnant than to put these words in her face: NOT PREGNANT. It hurts, so I would always stick to the plus/minus tests.)

Anyway, my mind was spinning. When I suspected I may be preggers, I thought that if I found out, I would tell Chris in some cute, creative way that I’ve read about in magazines. Well, it didn’t quite happen like that. It was more like, gulp, gulp again, wipe the smile of my face so that I can act cool. Then I walked into the livingroom. Stinkin’ smile! I just couldn’t wipe it off my face. Then I broke into a laugh. I said, “I’m pregnant.” Chris responds with “What? Wait, hold on. I wasn’t ready! What? Are you sure? I didn’t know you took the test! What? Wait? Are you kidding?” I wish I could have had a camcorder. It was hilarious. Then in his normal witty self he said something about never thinking HE would have to consider a vasectomy, given our past!

So, how do I feel now? While I’m used to the idea now, I’m still amazed when I think back to the challenges of trying to have Brodie. I smile when people say, “See, you just needed to relax.” Um, no. That’s what you say to folks who don’t know why they have trouble conceiving. Chris and I knew exactly what our problems were, I didn’t ovulate and he had a low sperm count (yes, I had permission to write that, in order for folks to understand God’s working in our lives…yes, it may be TMI, but who am I to question God?). 

I remember the first time I received Clomid when trying to have our first child. I thought I was going to see a bunch of eggs on the ultrasound monitor, like Kate from Jon&Kate Plus 8 (Kate also has PCOS, which is what both my sister and I have. She also did IUI, not IVF). What did I see? One measly egg. And guess what? It wasn’t big enough. I had to get hormone shots to make it grow, then grow some more. Finally it was time to release the egg, but that little egg didn’t want to release on its own! I had to take a different hormone to make the egg release so we could do the IUI! This “egg hand-holding” (for lack of better description) continued for three months. Each month my prayer was the same, just to get pregnant. By the fourth month, I was worn out. I was exhausted, mentally and even physically from years of trying. I lost the weight the doctors told me to, I ate what they told me to, and now I’m doing every thing I possibly can to get pregnant. What’s wrong? That month my prayer changed to a desperate, “just let your will be done Lord.” Lo and behold, I made two eggs that month. Encouraged by the positive news, I prayed such a long prayer on the day of our IUI. I uplifted each step of the process (there are many), each person involved, etc. I asked for God to strengthen Chris’ faith. I prayed that God would show Chris that He is there with us. I specifically prayed for an increase in Chris’ sperm count (TMI again, I know, sorry). That day did not go well at first. Chris and I were bickering, there was traffic, and then Chris forgot the things he needed to give the doctor. When we finally got in the room, I asked the doctor about the sperm count. My heart was beating so hard. He looked at it and said, actually, the sperm count was pretty high this time. Pretty high means it doubled! Wow! Is God great or what?! I knew I was pregnant when my emotions that month weren’t of excitement but anxiety. I prayed to be a parent for so long, yet when I thought it was really going to really happen, I felt so humbled and unworthy to receive such a blessing. Indeed  I was pregnant, and now have my beautiful little Brodie.

I digress. Not really. I needed to tell that testimony. I would be remiss to receive this current blessing without lifting up God and His grace by showing what our family went through, and where we now are.

So, for the specifics you may be waiting on: I’m 14 weeks and feeling the baby, though he/she is “softer” than Brodie was, who mostly kicked me the whole time. This time I’m feeling the flutter I read about; again, with Brodie it was always kicks, even at 14 weeks, which was when I first felt him. Everything is different this time around. I can eat healthy food, sleep all day, I vomited more (since subsided), and my glucose is an issue. I’m doing four finger sticks a day until the endocrinologist is satisfied with my results (almost a month now I’ve been doing them). I’m gaining weight faster 😦  and showing earlier, both normal for secondary pregnancies. The due date is early December, anywhere from the 3rd-7th. It’s hard to know because we are clueless as to the conception date and my cycles aren’t normal. The baby will be born in beautiful, historic Trier, Germany. Google it! It is rich with Roman history.

Okay, that’s a mouthful. And to all the family and friends we drove crazy last time by waiting to find out the gender, we will find out this time. Hopefully we’ll be able to see the baby’s gender at our next appt, June 26. I’ll be 17 weeks, so still early. Luckily I get an ultrasound at every appointment, so if we miss it this time, we’ll know soon enough. At some point they switch to 3D ultrasounds. I would love for June’s appt to be in 3D…then we would know for sure, given the baby lets us sneak a peek!

Thank you to all those who have prayed for us. God is blessing our family left and right. We are thankful. For those of you still trying, open your hearts to God and allow Him to show you things to need to change in preparation for a child. I honestly believe that if a family truly seeks the Lord’s will, lives in His word, and deeply desires to have a child, God will bless them with one, whether that means biologically or via adoption, surrogacy, etc. Be open to God’s will and seek it for your life. Don’t close doors on the different ways God can bless you. I’ll be praying for you.

26
Mar
09

A New [ad]Venture

I’ve been sooo nervous about this post, and I’m still hesitant to write, but oh well, here goes. I have officially starting a ***little*** photography “thing” here in Spangdahlem. The plan, authored by none other than God himself, hatched itself not long after I realized that it was God’s will for me to stay at home. Yup, that was a tough pill to swallow, but obeying God isn’t always easy, right? Well, I can now see that He had other plans for me. I love being home with Brodie (exhausted), even though we’re poorer than ever financially speaking. I’ve learned that money really isn’t all that when I have my son, and how many things I thought were needs were actually wants. I struggled with God thinking that my *gift* was teaching…and while I feel that’s still true, there’s a more important life that I need to be teaching and molding.

In the meantime, I started attending PWOC, which stands for Protestant Women of the Chapel. It’s basically an organization in support of the chaplaincy regarding their women (the four aims are to lead, teach, develop, and serve). I am so glad I started going; I’ve met some incredibly Godly women who have helped me grow in my spiritual walk. Long story short, I was selected by a large (and rather scary) panel of PWOC “leaders” to act as this year’s Vice President of Programs. I am very humbled that God would use me in this capacity, and I can’t wait to get started!

Oh, back to the photography. So windows start opening, and photography just seemed to be calling me. I haven’t spent too much money on it, so if it’s a bust, that’s okay. The main thing is that I’m doing what I feel God leading me to do. It’s a Christian photography site, so really, if even one person is helped spiritually through the website, and I didn’t sell a single package, then it’s worth it.

So why am I so scared? Well, like I said, this is God’s timing, and not exactly when (or if) I would choose to start a “thing” (even too scared to say “business”). I don’t feel my skills are as good as I’d like them to be, nor my equipment. I also am nervous because I have good friends who are photographers and I honestly don’t think I come close to running in their packs! BUT, that being said, there is only one other photographer over here who is similar to my style, so there’s a need. Most are studios. AND, I already have my first booking coming up…woo hoo! Any positive comments would be appreciated…negative ones might break my fragile confidence!

Soooo, without further ado…may I present:

Beauty for Ashes Photography

http://www.beautyforashesphotography.com

26
Mar
09

Brodie the Rascal

In case you’re wondering, that isn’t a song. I gave up on song titles. I was so consumed with what song to use that it would cause me to postpone writing, so I’m over it. Anyhow, our little boy is growing up…so fast that the “terrible twos” have come early. Don’t get me wrong, he is still a joy and a charmer, but we get glimpses when he’s tired or frustrated of what’s to come. The main thing is throwing. Anyway, I’ve caught this little one in the act of some tisk-tisk behavior, and well, some strange behaviors. Take a look:

Hmmm...what is this?

Hmmm...what is this?

yuck...it's not food...

yuck...it's not food...

Oh man...mommy caught me again!

Oh man...mommy caught me again!

...and again...

...and again...

...and again...for a while Bro was stuffing his pajamas with any and everything that would fit!

...and again! For a while Bro was stuffing his pajamas with any and everything that would fit!

Notice the legs...we knew where he was by the rattle of the contents in his pajamas!

Notice the legs...we knew where he was by the rattle of the contents in his pajamas!

In case you are wondering what exactly he had in there on this photographed occasion...

In case you are wondering what exactly he had in there on this photographed occasion...

Okay, so we love him and he always makes us laugh. We would love to watch him as he tried to stuff the big animals in his pjs (the animals above are the babies). What a hoot. He hasn’t done it lately, so I’m glad I captured this odd behavior!

I would be a negligent mommy if I didn’t show some of his sweeter pictures…

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playing peekaboo

playing peekaboo

spoon skills...not mastered

spoon skills...not mastered

That’s a wrap!

26
Mar
09

Where does the time go?

Wow. So, I’m really behind on my posts. Really. So much has been going on, I wouldn’t even know where to start. I think the last time I wrote I was telling you about my initial impressions of Germany, then Halloween came, and I won the chili cook-off. I didn’t post for Christmas, then Jenny had her baby and we all prayed for baby Matt (who is now doing wonderfully by the way). So without further ado, I guess I should start with Christmas:

It was a quiet one. The snow stopped the week prior, so it wasn’t a white Christmas like we were hoping. Brodie’s big gift was a kitchen. I was going crazy from him putting his toys in my dishwasher and going near the oven. He likes it, but he likes even more to take the fake food and pans into the livingroom (go figure). Here are some pics from that morning:

Superman in the kitchen

Superman in the kitchen

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it's Thomas!

first die-cast Thomas train

first die-cast Thomas train

good ol' fashioned animals without lights and bling

good ol' fashioned animals without lights and bling

Bro tells the camera "thank you"

Bro tells the camera "thank you"

Who needs wheels?

Who needs wheels?

Hoop!Hoop!
Who needs pants when you are Superman AND the fire chief?

Who needs pants when you are Superman AND the fire chief?

And as for Santa...well, maybe next year...

And as for Santa...well, maybe next year...

16
Jan
09

Let’s hear it for the boys!

Okay, so the bottom line now is everything is good. now. but…

Not long after my last update on baby Matthew, perhaps even the same day (?), he was put on a ventilator because his little lungs were working too hard and needed a rest. The air pressure from the ventilator ruptured two air sacs and caused one of his lungs to collapse. Needless to say we were all brought to our knees over this. And that’s where we stayed, praying fervently for a better day to come. The better day is now. Matthew is doing great, he’s off of the ventilator and all tubes are gone. Hopefully he’ll be home soon!

In praying for this little one, I failed to notice that my own son was getting sick. He brought it to our attention one night by waking up every hour, with a wheeze in his chest so loud that it was as if he’d been running around outside in freezing weather. We took him to a German hospital the next morning and the first doctor we saw wanted him admitted immediately. A second doctor came in and thought it would be wise to give us 24 hours at home with a treatment, and if his breathing was still labored, then we would be admitted (here they admit mother and child). So off we go with a nebulizer, saline, steroids, and a liquid form of albuterol. The nebulizer treatments took a whopping 20 minutes to do. Imagine an 18-month-old sitting for that long with a mask on his face. At first it was like trying to brush the teeth of a lion with a toothache (okay, I have no idea where I got that analogy)! However, after a few treatments, he started to sit still while looking at a few of his books.

I prayed a lot for lungs that first day–Brodie’s and Matthew’s. Our follow-up the next day was good; he wasn’t better but he wasn’t worse, so we didn’t have to stay in the hospital. The doctor had us continue with the treatments for a week (ending today). We’ll go to his regular pediatrician next week for a follow-up. He already sounds sooooo much better. Thank God!

So, with that in mind, let’s hear it for the boys! And God!

08
Jan
09

Praying for Matthew

I’m writing this post on behalf of Jenny’s new little bundle Matthew, whose birth I announced in the previous post. It seems that baby Matt has some fluid in his lungs and has been using a C-Pap to help him breathe since shortly after his birth yesterday. He’s working really hard to breathe, and may need to go on a respirator to give him some much needed rest. He’s in the high risk nursery now, so he’s in very good hands.

For anyone who’s had a premie, you know how hard it can be and how helpless it feels to see your child struggle while you can only stand there and watch. Jenny’s in a lot of pain from her c-section, so she’s dealing with multiple issues, physically and emotionally. As of now Matt’s in an enclosed incubator without the hand holes, so Jenny has only been able to touch his hand when he first came out of the womb. 

All you prayer warriors out there lift up this family to God! I’ll post an update when I get one.




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