I apologize for not updating sooner! All I have wanted to do since our Monday appointment is shout from the mountaintops! Praise God from whom all blessings flow! Our Monday appointment in Memphis went so great, and it was such a relief, as well as encouraging! To start off, our sweet baby girl's (A) 2nd cyst HAS DISAPPEARED!!! Again, God is SO good, and we give Him all glory! Once again, we are amazed by God's goodness to us. When we went to the Memphis doctor on January 11th in Memphis, and then again on January 17th here in Oxford, that cyst was still there. On January 30th back in Memphis, the cyst was GONE! We are beyond thankful! Now, we know that our baby girl will be valedictorian of her class. Ha! Just a small stepstone to get there!
We also found out that each of the babies is weighing in at exactly 1 pound, 2 ounces!!!! This is such an answer to prayer! We have prayed and prayed for the babies to grow at the same rate, and once again, God has heard our prayers! Praise Him! They are all in separate sacks with different placentas, and we are so very thankful for that too! They were all absolutely precious on the screen again! I absolutely love seeing them each time, and I'm so thankful we do get to see them! In the 22 weeks, 5 days I have been pregnant, we have only gone 2 weeks without seeing them, and honestly, my heart ached to see them in those two weeks that we didn't get to see them. As usual, our sweet A was ruling the roost. She was kicking everyone. She is on the bottom, and girlfriend wants her space. She doesn't hesitate to kick B or C out of the way. And, sweet A has grown into her face, if that makes sense. She used to have huge lips, and now, her sweet little face is Andy! Her mouth is exactly like Andy's now, and Andy absolutely loves it, as do I! She is definitely sassy, which may be a little more like me. Sweet B is definitely still the most chilled out trip, a characteristic that does not at all fit mine or Andy's personalities, but we'll definitely take a chilled out child. He actually has the most room and is stretched out. He gives C the occasional kick if he gets in his area. We got the most pictures of him since he just lets us see him, and he, like A and C, is perfect. Our precious C was once again trying to get in all the pictures, and when his turn came, he would not let us get a picture of him for anything! He was mad he couldn't go first. So, we have the most darling picture of his bottom. He would turn around occasionally and let us see his sweet face. B and C are looking more alike now. They both have big lips like my side, and B is rocking my nose. B, who originally looked like Andy, may after all be his mother's child. They also informed us that B and C have long legs, a trait for which I am so grateful! Andy says they'll be good athletes! Ha! Andy's mama went with me to the doctor in Memphis this time, and bless her. She was a great nurse. I'm not allowed to sit for long periods of time, so on our trips to Memphis, I have to lie down the whole way in the backseat. She had it all comfy for me! It was really nice to actually get out since that was my first time getting out since last Wednesday when I got home from the hospital!
Lastly, my cervix is still closed and long, and we are so thankful for this! I know this may be a tad bit too much info, but please continue to pray for it to stay closed and long! I go to my Oxford doctor tomorrow, Friday. We had to re-schedule because the pharmacies here in Oxford couldn't get the progesterone shot in. We are hoping it will for sure be in by tomorrow! This shot honestly feels like a nail going in, but if it, God willing, keeps them in a tad bit longer, I can do it! I just have to start thinking about the trips and how much fun they will be as the nail goes in. Surprisingly, I am doing well on bedrest. I am actually shocked by this fact because I am such an on-the-go person. I have to realize that I'm not living for me right now, but for these sweet miracles, and if they need their mama in the bed, I'll do it. The days have passed by quickly. I pass the time by reading magazines, playing on the internet, writing thank you notes, and watching T.V. My favorite time of day is when I see Andy pull in the driveway for lunch or to come home. We've had lots of visitors, and our church family and friends have been wonderful! They have set up a system to bring us meals three times a week and to have a precious church friend come clean our home! God has provided in every way possible with bed rest, especially in the food and cleaning departments, because He knows how I like a clean house and good meals for Andy- and He has provided! And, I can't end this blog without telling you all how great of a nurse Andy has been. He may have missed his true calling in life. He's yet to complain about washing my hair or fixing my supper or bringing me my shots each morning. I know how impatient I am, and, having me as a patient would drive me up the wall. God is really working on my impatientence. There is nothing I can do but sit in bed, so why worry about chores, etc.?
Please continue to pray for us daily! Please pray that the trips would continue to grow at the same rate, and that my cervix would stay closed. Pray that God would be forming these precious babies perfectly. Praise Him that A's cyst has disappeared! Please pray that they would be ok physically, mentally, and spiritually. Pray that He, above all, would be given all glory. I can't thank everyone enough for your prayers. Our God is hearing them. Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
John 5:14-15
"And this is the confidence that we have toward Him, that if we ask anything according to His will He hears us. And if we know that He hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of Him."
Praise Him~
Maggie
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Prayer Request
Sorry in advance for the long post- lots has happened!
I know I've said this several times, but wow, what a difference a week and a half can make. Doesn't the verse say, "For my thoughts are not your thoughs, nor my ways your ways." (Isaiah 55:8)? I am not even sure where to begin! I left off my last blog entry thinking I'd repost with news from what was supposed to be Wednesday's appointment with the high risk doctor in Memphis. Little did I know I would have just gotten home from the hospital and am now subject to the bed. Again, God had different plans than my little OCD mind had, and through His grace, He's given me enough strength to get through these past few days.
On Sunday night, Andy and I decided against going to our church's Fellowship Group because I just wasn't feeling very well. I got into bed early, as usual, and Andy wasn't far behind me. I honestly hadn't been feeling up to par that whole day, but I kept pressing on, just thinking I was feeling normal. I had realized earlier when I was trying to take my normal Sunday afternoon nap that I couldn't sleep. I was just hurting, and I felt as if the babies had just moved down. I don't really sleep at night, but it is weird when I don't sleep on Sunday afternoons. It's almost God's way of reminding me that Sundays really are a day of rest. Finally when the clock struck 9:30, and I was not asleep and still hurting, what else did I do but call my mama? Doesn't Mama know best? After talking to her, we decided that it would be best to call my doctor. After all, we aren't doctors at all, although since all of this, I feel that we may be a few years short of medical degrees. Docotor Smith, here in Oxford, had thankfully given me his cell phone number last week, so Andy called him. He told us to get to the hospital immediately, and he was calling the labor and delivery floor to let them know we were on our way. Andy and I literally stormed out of the house with the clothes on our backs and our insurance cards. Based on our previous ER experiences, I honestly thought we'd make it home around 5 a.m. since we had gotten there at 10:30 p.m. Again, little did I know! After getting attached to dopplers and actually hearing their precious little heartbeats- the most wonderful noise in the world- they hooked me up to the contraction monitor, which did, in fact, prove that the pain I was feeling was contractions. And, man, do they hurt! I had never expected to feel them since they have told me from the beginning that I will be having a c-section. Again, little did I know. The nurses called my doctor who informed them that I would for sure be staying the night in the hospital. We were in the Labor and Delivery part, so it was very nice, but when you're hurting like I was, who cares if you're in the Ritz Carlton? I continued to contract throughout the night, and the next morning, my doctor, Doctor Smith, decided to monitor me again all day long and put me on Procardia, a medicine to stop contractions and progesterone shots. I ended up staying in the L & D suite Sunday and Monday nights and got moved to a room on Tuesday morning. I do have to mention what a trooper Andy was during this whole episode. Not only did he sleep on a couch that felt like cardboard, he also did other things that probably shouldn't be mentioned on here. He was a real trooper. Of course, my mama came up. When I'm hurting, I want my mama. She was also a real trooper as well. I honestly couldn't have done any of this without them. They were at my beck and call. On Wednesday morning, glorious Wednesday morning, they let me come HOME! I was so excited about taking a real bath that I didn't know what my name was! Sponge baths are for the birds.
So, now, we're home, and I'm on permanent bedrest with bathroom and (thankfully!) shower privileges! I'm not going to lie- it hasn't been the easiest few days. I am an extremely busy body, and I like to clean and straighten and just move and go in general, and I'm not allowed to do any of that- at all. It's funny though because I honestly don't want to move from the bed (right now- on day 5). Andy and I have prayed that God would give me a sense of patience and peace, and once again, God has granted it. I don't have much energy, so getting up and doing anything- like washing my face- makes me feel bad. And, in the long run, what is a few weeks or months in bed to get these babies here safely? I am willing to sacrifice anything for these precious miracles, just like Jesus did for me. Staying in bed really isn't a sacrifice at all compared to what He's done for us. Andy and I are like clay being molded and formed into what God wants us to be. We're learning to trust Him like never before, and it's not always easy- but He knows best. Walking by faith has never been so real. It's a daily thing. I don't know what the next minute will hold, much less the next day or week or month. I guess I've always been such an extreme planner that I've always thought that I knew what was going to happen. It's just funny that it took these three miracles to really teach me that I'm not at all in control. He is, and I'm thankful for that. God works in mysterious ways.
Now, am I worried about getting the nursery that I've dreamed about since I was able to dream completed? Of course, but I have a God who created the world, so creating a nursery to him is no biggie. God has provided so many wonderful friends who have shared their gifts with us whether it be cooking or just an errand runner- or even a visitor. God has provided, so why worry about a nursery or dirty floors? However, we do have a fabulous church family who is feeding us and cleaning our house! What an example of the body of Christ!
Please continue to flood the throne on our behalf! We still need prayers every day- every second! I go back to the doctor in Memphis on Monday at 1, where they will measure the babies- who have hopefully grown! Please pray that they are growing at the same rate. Please pray that the other cyst on A's sweet brain will disappear. On Wednesday at 10, I go back to Doctor Smith, here in Oxford, where I will get a huge Progesterone shot that is supposed to stop contractions as well. (I'll be getting this weekly). It's like syrup going into my body, and saying it hurts is an understatement. Also, each day, I'm giving myself blood thinner shots in order to prevent blood clots since I'm lying around all day. They hurt as well. Please pray I don't throw up while doing so. Please pray for the doctors that are taking care of me- for their decision making skills. Please thank God that I do love my doctors- that I love how they can calm this neurotic, hard-headed person. I'm so thankful they're smart. Please pray that these babies would stay in for at least 30 weeks. We'd love longer! I hate to even type this but, please pray that Andy and I wouldn't have to make any hard decisions, and if so for guidance from above if we do. Please pray for patience for both of us and for wisdom that can only come from Him and for a peace that passes all understanding and for trusting hearts. Please pray that He would be our everlasting strength. Above all, please pray that God would get all the glory. After all, these are His babies.
Isaiah 26:3-4
"He will keep in perfect peace all those who trust in Him, whose thoughts turn often to the Lord! Trust in the Lord always, for in the Lord, Jehovah, is your everlasting strength."
Praise God from Whom ALL blessings flow-
Maggie
(I'll try and update this more regularly now that I'm just lying here in bed!)
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I know I've said this several times, but wow, what a difference a week and a half can make. Doesn't the verse say, "For my thoughts are not your thoughs, nor my ways your ways." (Isaiah 55:8)? I am not even sure where to begin! I left off my last blog entry thinking I'd repost with news from what was supposed to be Wednesday's appointment with the high risk doctor in Memphis. Little did I know I would have just gotten home from the hospital and am now subject to the bed. Again, God had different plans than my little OCD mind had, and through His grace, He's given me enough strength to get through these past few days.
On Sunday night, Andy and I decided against going to our church's Fellowship Group because I just wasn't feeling very well. I got into bed early, as usual, and Andy wasn't far behind me. I honestly hadn't been feeling up to par that whole day, but I kept pressing on, just thinking I was feeling normal. I had realized earlier when I was trying to take my normal Sunday afternoon nap that I couldn't sleep. I was just hurting, and I felt as if the babies had just moved down. I don't really sleep at night, but it is weird when I don't sleep on Sunday afternoons. It's almost God's way of reminding me that Sundays really are a day of rest. Finally when the clock struck 9:30, and I was not asleep and still hurting, what else did I do but call my mama? Doesn't Mama know best? After talking to her, we decided that it would be best to call my doctor. After all, we aren't doctors at all, although since all of this, I feel that we may be a few years short of medical degrees. Docotor Smith, here in Oxford, had thankfully given me his cell phone number last week, so Andy called him. He told us to get to the hospital immediately, and he was calling the labor and delivery floor to let them know we were on our way. Andy and I literally stormed out of the house with the clothes on our backs and our insurance cards. Based on our previous ER experiences, I honestly thought we'd make it home around 5 a.m. since we had gotten there at 10:30 p.m. Again, little did I know! After getting attached to dopplers and actually hearing their precious little heartbeats- the most wonderful noise in the world- they hooked me up to the contraction monitor, which did, in fact, prove that the pain I was feeling was contractions. And, man, do they hurt! I had never expected to feel them since they have told me from the beginning that I will be having a c-section. Again, little did I know. The nurses called my doctor who informed them that I would for sure be staying the night in the hospital. We were in the Labor and Delivery part, so it was very nice, but when you're hurting like I was, who cares if you're in the Ritz Carlton? I continued to contract throughout the night, and the next morning, my doctor, Doctor Smith, decided to monitor me again all day long and put me on Procardia, a medicine to stop contractions and progesterone shots. I ended up staying in the L & D suite Sunday and Monday nights and got moved to a room on Tuesday morning. I do have to mention what a trooper Andy was during this whole episode. Not only did he sleep on a couch that felt like cardboard, he also did other things that probably shouldn't be mentioned on here. He was a real trooper. Of course, my mama came up. When I'm hurting, I want my mama. She was also a real trooper as well. I honestly couldn't have done any of this without them. They were at my beck and call. On Wednesday morning, glorious Wednesday morning, they let me come HOME! I was so excited about taking a real bath that I didn't know what my name was! Sponge baths are for the birds.
So, now, we're home, and I'm on permanent bedrest with bathroom and (thankfully!) shower privileges! I'm not going to lie- it hasn't been the easiest few days. I am an extremely busy body, and I like to clean and straighten and just move and go in general, and I'm not allowed to do any of that- at all. It's funny though because I honestly don't want to move from the bed (right now- on day 5). Andy and I have prayed that God would give me a sense of patience and peace, and once again, God has granted it. I don't have much energy, so getting up and doing anything- like washing my face- makes me feel bad. And, in the long run, what is a few weeks or months in bed to get these babies here safely? I am willing to sacrifice anything for these precious miracles, just like Jesus did for me. Staying in bed really isn't a sacrifice at all compared to what He's done for us. Andy and I are like clay being molded and formed into what God wants us to be. We're learning to trust Him like never before, and it's not always easy- but He knows best. Walking by faith has never been so real. It's a daily thing. I don't know what the next minute will hold, much less the next day or week or month. I guess I've always been such an extreme planner that I've always thought that I knew what was going to happen. It's just funny that it took these three miracles to really teach me that I'm not at all in control. He is, and I'm thankful for that. God works in mysterious ways.
Now, am I worried about getting the nursery that I've dreamed about since I was able to dream completed? Of course, but I have a God who created the world, so creating a nursery to him is no biggie. God has provided so many wonderful friends who have shared their gifts with us whether it be cooking or just an errand runner- or even a visitor. God has provided, so why worry about a nursery or dirty floors? However, we do have a fabulous church family who is feeding us and cleaning our house! What an example of the body of Christ!
Please continue to flood the throne on our behalf! We still need prayers every day- every second! I go back to the doctor in Memphis on Monday at 1, where they will measure the babies- who have hopefully grown! Please pray that they are growing at the same rate. Please pray that the other cyst on A's sweet brain will disappear. On Wednesday at 10, I go back to Doctor Smith, here in Oxford, where I will get a huge Progesterone shot that is supposed to stop contractions as well. (I'll be getting this weekly). It's like syrup going into my body, and saying it hurts is an understatement. Also, each day, I'm giving myself blood thinner shots in order to prevent blood clots since I'm lying around all day. They hurt as well. Please pray I don't throw up while doing so. Please pray for the doctors that are taking care of me- for their decision making skills. Please thank God that I do love my doctors- that I love how they can calm this neurotic, hard-headed person. I'm so thankful they're smart. Please pray that these babies would stay in for at least 30 weeks. We'd love longer! I hate to even type this but, please pray that Andy and I wouldn't have to make any hard decisions, and if so for guidance from above if we do. Please pray for patience for both of us and for wisdom that can only come from Him and for a peace that passes all understanding and for trusting hearts. Please pray that He would be our everlasting strength. Above all, please pray that God would get all the glory. After all, these are His babies.
Isaiah 26:3-4
"He will keep in perfect peace all those who trust in Him, whose thoughts turn often to the Lord! Trust in the Lord always, for in the Lord, Jehovah, is your everlasting strength."
Praise God from Whom ALL blessings flow-
Maggie
(I'll try and update this more regularly now that I'm just lying here in bed!)
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Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Praise/ Pray!
Sorry it has taken me a while to update the blog! In the three weeks since I have updated, God has been so gracious to us, which once again proves Who is in total control of these precious miracles- and always has been!
After getting the news of the 2 cysts on Baby A's brain and googling everything possible (which I totally recommend AGAINST), I composed myself enough to make it through yet another three appointments! (I now go to the doctor weekly- to my regular OB here in Oxford one week and to the high-risk doctor in Memphis the next). As soon as I got home after hearing about the cysts, I immediatley called my doctor here in Oxford, Dr. Smith, who calmed down my neurotic nerves. He relayed the information to me again in stupid people terms. Dr. Smith assured me that he saw these cysts every 2-3 months, and that most of the time they disappeared. He literally probably confirmed his preconceived notions about this nutcase of a pregnant person after our conversation. Our first appointment after finding out about the cysts was January 3rd, here in Oxford. I tell you the dates so you will see how awesome our God is. (The day we found out about the cysts was December 28th). On January 3rd, the cysts were still there- both of them, but the babies were doing perfectly. They were squirming around everywhere! As always, it was/is amazing to see them. The next week, on January 11th, we had our visit with the high risk doctor in Memphis. By God's sweet grace, and only by that, one of the cysts had DISAPPEARED- in 15 days! Andy and I are so thankful. I had tears in my eyes. If this child knew how many tears I've cried over her already- they're one loved bunch of babies! However, we still do have one cyst that is still on her brain. Please pray that it will disappear.
Yesterday, January 17th, was a regular OB visit. The other cyst is still there, but Doctor Smith said she could be born with it and, hopefully, be fine. If so, we would monitor it through ultrasounds, which sounds miserable to me. I'm sure an ultrasound couldn't see through this thick, mushy brain of mine, but it could see a baby's brain. We'll cross that bridge when it happens. God willing, the other one will disappear, and she'll be smart as a whip. All of the babies had grown FIVE OUNCES since December 28th! They all weighed in at 13 ounces each! Amazing! A, as always, is ruling the roost. She is kicking C in the head and B in the back. Sweet B is, as always, chilled out. He doesn't move much and always cooperates with whatever the ultrasound tech is trying to do/measure. Sweet C had that thumb going yesterday as well. It is the most precious thing ever. He wants in every picture too. He is a real mover. I can feel C all the time! It is so amazing to be able to feel them. I don't ever want to take it for granted. I'm not sleeping any more- at all- so at night, A and B get busy moving, and it's the most priceless, wonderful feeling I've ever felt. C must be sleeping because he doesn't move as much at night. I'll rub back, and sometimes, they kick even harder, just as if they're telling me hello. I love it. At my last Memphis appointment, my doctor told me that I was the size of what I'd be at 9 months with one child, and I assure you, I am one large bundle. I guess I'll just get three times larger. My stomach no longer has a belly button. Every mole that was ever on my stomach is now two inches (at lest) larger because they're all so stretched. My boobs are enormous, stretch marks and all. But honestly, who cares? I'm part of a miracle in the works, and it's amazing. Every stretch mark is just a reminder of what God has done for us. It is getting harder to just move in general, and I'm sure they'll put me to bed soon. God has been good to let me work this long. Andy really appreciates that! Ha! The pains are still in my chest, but I'm adjusting. Tylenol Extra Strength doesn't work wonders, but it does work. Again, these are all minor ailments that I can handle in order to get these babies here healthily.
Lastly, thank you all so much for your prayers. God is growing Andy and me spiritually, and, me, literally. I honestly can't thank you enough. He has had mercy on us time and time again, and we praise Him for it. We couldn't have gotten through any of this without Him, and daily we realize our need- and our babies'~His babies'~ need for Him. Please pray that God would continue to grow these sweet children spiritually, mentally, and physically. Please pray that A's cyst would disappear. Praise Him that we've made it this far (20 weeks, 5 days). Praise Him that A's first cyst disappeared. And above all, please pray that God would receive the glory for all of this.
A sweet chaplain friend of mine at the hospital recently gave me this verse when I was having a rough day, and I love it. It reminds me of how God has lead every step of the way with these babies. I love picturing Him carrying them close to His heart.
Isaiah 40:11
"He tends His flock like a shepherd;
He gathers the lambs in His arms
and carries them close to his heart;
He gently leads those that have young."
All glory be to God~
Maggie
After getting the news of the 2 cysts on Baby A's brain and googling everything possible (which I totally recommend AGAINST), I composed myself enough to make it through yet another three appointments! (I now go to the doctor weekly- to my regular OB here in Oxford one week and to the high-risk doctor in Memphis the next). As soon as I got home after hearing about the cysts, I immediatley called my doctor here in Oxford, Dr. Smith, who calmed down my neurotic nerves. He relayed the information to me again in stupid people terms. Dr. Smith assured me that he saw these cysts every 2-3 months, and that most of the time they disappeared. He literally probably confirmed his preconceived notions about this nutcase of a pregnant person after our conversation. Our first appointment after finding out about the cysts was January 3rd, here in Oxford. I tell you the dates so you will see how awesome our God is. (The day we found out about the cysts was December 28th). On January 3rd, the cysts were still there- both of them, but the babies were doing perfectly. They were squirming around everywhere! As always, it was/is amazing to see them. The next week, on January 11th, we had our visit with the high risk doctor in Memphis. By God's sweet grace, and only by that, one of the cysts had DISAPPEARED- in 15 days! Andy and I are so thankful. I had tears in my eyes. If this child knew how many tears I've cried over her already- they're one loved bunch of babies! However, we still do have one cyst that is still on her brain. Please pray that it will disappear.
Yesterday, January 17th, was a regular OB visit. The other cyst is still there, but Doctor Smith said she could be born with it and, hopefully, be fine. If so, we would monitor it through ultrasounds, which sounds miserable to me. I'm sure an ultrasound couldn't see through this thick, mushy brain of mine, but it could see a baby's brain. We'll cross that bridge when it happens. God willing, the other one will disappear, and she'll be smart as a whip. All of the babies had grown FIVE OUNCES since December 28th! They all weighed in at 13 ounces each! Amazing! A, as always, is ruling the roost. She is kicking C in the head and B in the back. Sweet B is, as always, chilled out. He doesn't move much and always cooperates with whatever the ultrasound tech is trying to do/measure. Sweet C had that thumb going yesterday as well. It is the most precious thing ever. He wants in every picture too. He is a real mover. I can feel C all the time! It is so amazing to be able to feel them. I don't ever want to take it for granted. I'm not sleeping any more- at all- so at night, A and B get busy moving, and it's the most priceless, wonderful feeling I've ever felt. C must be sleeping because he doesn't move as much at night. I'll rub back, and sometimes, they kick even harder, just as if they're telling me hello. I love it. At my last Memphis appointment, my doctor told me that I was the size of what I'd be at 9 months with one child, and I assure you, I am one large bundle. I guess I'll just get three times larger. My stomach no longer has a belly button. Every mole that was ever on my stomach is now two inches (at lest) larger because they're all so stretched. My boobs are enormous, stretch marks and all. But honestly, who cares? I'm part of a miracle in the works, and it's amazing. Every stretch mark is just a reminder of what God has done for us. It is getting harder to just move in general, and I'm sure they'll put me to bed soon. God has been good to let me work this long. Andy really appreciates that! Ha! The pains are still in my chest, but I'm adjusting. Tylenol Extra Strength doesn't work wonders, but it does work. Again, these are all minor ailments that I can handle in order to get these babies here healthily.
Lastly, thank you all so much for your prayers. God is growing Andy and me spiritually, and, me, literally. I honestly can't thank you enough. He has had mercy on us time and time again, and we praise Him for it. We couldn't have gotten through any of this without Him, and daily we realize our need- and our babies'~His babies'~ need for Him. Please pray that God would continue to grow these sweet children spiritually, mentally, and physically. Please pray that A's cyst would disappear. Praise Him that we've made it this far (20 weeks, 5 days). Praise Him that A's first cyst disappeared. And above all, please pray that God would receive the glory for all of this.
A sweet chaplain friend of mine at the hospital recently gave me this verse when I was having a rough day, and I love it. It reminds me of how God has lead every step of the way with these babies. I love picturing Him carrying them close to His heart.
Isaiah 40:11
"He tends His flock like a shepherd;
He gathers the lambs in His arms
and carries them close to his heart;
He gently leads those that have young."
All glory be to God~
Maggie
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Update/ Prayer Request
It's amazing what a week (or two) can bring! Once again, we have seen these precious miracles! These past two weeks have been a ride, and I've hesitated whether or not to write about them, but we need all of the prayer we can get, so I've decided to post.
A few wekks ago, I began having chest pains. They started the Sunday before Christmas and wouldn't quit. They continued Monday, subsided on Tuesday, and continued again on Wednesday. With Andy's encouragement, I decided to call my doctor in Oxford (who was out of town). I ended up speaking to the doctor on call's nurse who told me she thought I had a pulmonary embolism (a blood clot in the lungs) and to get to the ER now. What in the world??? Not at all what I wanted to hear- and especially not something you tell someone with the amount of hormones as this pregnant person in her body. So, I then called my high risk doctor in Memphis, who then told me to get to the ER immediately. Can you say basketcase??? By the time I made it down to the ER (I work at the hospital), I was totally and completely freaked out. In fact, my blood presssure was 166/ 115. A tad bit higher than my usual low 90/ 60. I remember Andy busting in the doors like he owned the place. Several hours later, after an ultrasound and CAT Scan, I was diagnosed with an infection in my lungs and extremely high white blood cell count. The ultrasound, as usual, was a wonderful time for us to see the babies. A and B were butting heads, while sweet C was sucking his thumb. Praise God it wasn't a blood clot. However, I am still having the pains, which since then, have been correctly diagnosed by my high risk doctor in Memphis as my liver and stomach have moved up to the right side of my chest, right under my right boob. Talk about strange things happening during pregnancy... Please pray for this issue. By God's grace, we've made it.
And only by his sweet grace have we made it. Exactly one week later, we had an appointment in Memphis with the high risk doctor. My mother and sister, Laura, and niece,Livie, went with me to see the sonogram. It was a perfect time. They were, as we always are, amazed by these three miracles inside of me. Precious A was kicking B in the head and C in the back. She is now not breech! She continues to look like my daddy and nephew, and even my mother and sister saw the resemblance, so I promise it's not just me. Chilled B literally had his feet crossed and hands resting on his head, completely not bothered by anyone (except for A who would give him the occasional kick). It was so funny to see this because I can't tell you the amount of times I've seen Andy lying in the exact same position. In fact, he's just woken up from his Sunday afternoon nap in this position. His little clone even rests like he does. Baby B looks exactly like Andy. He may even have Andy's temperment too. He got mad when the ultrasound tech was pressing on my stomach, and he pressed up, as if to say, "Quit. I've had enough already!" Sweet C was absolutely darling too. As always, that thumb was going like crazy in his mouth. He still is a mixture. I can't really tell who he looks like- one minute- it's my side of the family, and the next, it's Andy. However, C does have big lips that get to town on that thumb. It's priceless and precious to watch. He also wanted in every picture. Poor thing. We always start out scanning A first, so he is last, and he wants in every picture! They were all doing well- large heads, big stomachs, functioning kidneys, stomachs (they even use the bathroom now!), 4 chamber beating hearts, toes, fingers, arms, legs! They are all so perfect, made completely in the image of their Creator! God is so good.
Each time after every Memphis appointment, we meet in the conference room with the doctor. The next few minutes at this appointment totally and completely rocked my world. I was not expecting what the doctor would now say. I thought our babies had looked perfect, and to the naked eye, such as mine, they did. They always do though, and that's no surprise. Mama, Laura, Liv, and I patiently waited on the doctor, and I silently wondered why there was tissue on the table. Thankfully there was, and I didn't realize that I'd probably end up using the whole box by the end of our talk. He came in and said the babies looked good, but immediately said, "let's talk about baby A (girl)." My heart stopped literally. You don't want to hear anything negative about your babies, but especially you don't want to hear it from a high risk doctor. At this moment and previously, I realized how much I'd do anything for them- how much I loved these three wonders that I don't even know yet. My mama hen instincts went into full fruition, and I wanted to protect each of these miracles. The doctor then told us that A has a cyst on her brain (choroid plexus cyst). I'm explaining totally on stupid people terms, which could be wrong, but anyway, your brain makes fluid that goes into your spine to make spinal fluid, and her brain turned some of this fluid into a cyst. Please pray that it disappears! He then went on to tell us all of the risks- trisomy 18- scary- meaning our girl may meet her Jesus before we would like for her to, but again, these have always been His babies-and His will be done. The doctor did tell us that this was a low risk, and we have found out that it is more common in babies. This is just not the news we wanted to hear, but again, I must remind myself that these are God's babies. He also told us that he didn't want to even tell us, but legally and ethically, he had to. He also said since I'm on the younger side, that is better too. Please pray that it disappears! He also said that I could have been born with one, or you, but sonograms are just so in depth these days. Andy and I are doing ok, taking it day by day and trusting in God completely. I'm not going to lie though, it has been extremely hard to trust because I tend to like to have control over things. I then have to remind myself that God is in control, and this is His baby. God is at work in us as well, sanctifying us daily. The doctor recommended against an amniocentesis because it would put sweet B and precious C at risk. So of course, we aren't doing it unless he tells us to do it. Please pray that it would go away. Pray that the Lord would give me and Andy a peace that passes all understanding. Pray for her precious brain- that this would go away. Pray that her brain would be so smart one day that it will amaze us. Pray for the doctors to have wisdom. Please pray that God would give me enough strength to get through each day- to stay strong for the other two. This is HARD, and I know my God will remain faithful to us through all of this. It is in his strong hands, and honestly, there is no place I'd rather this situation be but in his sweet hands. There is nothing I can do but provide a healthy place for her to live in me. Please pray our A, B, and C to continually grow at the same rate- and for peace us.
On a closing note, I found this question # 1 from the Heidelberg Catechism so comforting, as the preacher brought it up tonight in church...
Question #1~ What is thy only comfort in life and death?
Answer:
That I with body and soul, both in life and death, am not my own, but belong unto my faithful Saviour Jesus Christ; who, with his precious blood, has fully satisfied for all my sins, and delivered me from all the power of the devil; and so preserves me that without the will of my heavenly Father, not a hair can fall from my head; yea, that all things must be subservient to my salvation, and therefore, by his Holy Spirit, He also assures me of eternal life, and makes me sincerely willing and ready, henceforth, to live unto him.
So true... We aren't our own. These babies aren't ours. They're God's, and He knows them, even where their hair follicles are, and He for sure is in control of all three babies' brains. HE will remain faithful no matter what.
Secondly, we sang "Whate'er My God Ordains Is Right," and every word rang so true... Check it out
http://www.hymnlyrics.org/lyricsw/whateer_my_god_ordains_is_right.html
Happy New Year and Praise God from whom all blessings flow~
Maggie
Our next appointment is on Tuesday, January 3rd here in Oxford, and our next high risk appointment is on the next Wednesday, January 11th. Please be in prayer for both of those appointments.
A few wekks ago, I began having chest pains. They started the Sunday before Christmas and wouldn't quit. They continued Monday, subsided on Tuesday, and continued again on Wednesday. With Andy's encouragement, I decided to call my doctor in Oxford (who was out of town). I ended up speaking to the doctor on call's nurse who told me she thought I had a pulmonary embolism (a blood clot in the lungs) and to get to the ER now. What in the world??? Not at all what I wanted to hear- and especially not something you tell someone with the amount of hormones as this pregnant person in her body. So, I then called my high risk doctor in Memphis, who then told me to get to the ER immediately. Can you say basketcase??? By the time I made it down to the ER (I work at the hospital), I was totally and completely freaked out. In fact, my blood presssure was 166/ 115. A tad bit higher than my usual low 90/ 60. I remember Andy busting in the doors like he owned the place. Several hours later, after an ultrasound and CAT Scan, I was diagnosed with an infection in my lungs and extremely high white blood cell count. The ultrasound, as usual, was a wonderful time for us to see the babies. A and B were butting heads, while sweet C was sucking his thumb. Praise God it wasn't a blood clot. However, I am still having the pains, which since then, have been correctly diagnosed by my high risk doctor in Memphis as my liver and stomach have moved up to the right side of my chest, right under my right boob. Talk about strange things happening during pregnancy... Please pray for this issue. By God's grace, we've made it.
And only by his sweet grace have we made it. Exactly one week later, we had an appointment in Memphis with the high risk doctor. My mother and sister, Laura, and niece,Livie, went with me to see the sonogram. It was a perfect time. They were, as we always are, amazed by these three miracles inside of me. Precious A was kicking B in the head and C in the back. She is now not breech! She continues to look like my daddy and nephew, and even my mother and sister saw the resemblance, so I promise it's not just me. Chilled B literally had his feet crossed and hands resting on his head, completely not bothered by anyone (except for A who would give him the occasional kick). It was so funny to see this because I can't tell you the amount of times I've seen Andy lying in the exact same position. In fact, he's just woken up from his Sunday afternoon nap in this position. His little clone even rests like he does. Baby B looks exactly like Andy. He may even have Andy's temperment too. He got mad when the ultrasound tech was pressing on my stomach, and he pressed up, as if to say, "Quit. I've had enough already!" Sweet C was absolutely darling too. As always, that thumb was going like crazy in his mouth. He still is a mixture. I can't really tell who he looks like- one minute- it's my side of the family, and the next, it's Andy. However, C does have big lips that get to town on that thumb. It's priceless and precious to watch. He also wanted in every picture. Poor thing. We always start out scanning A first, so he is last, and he wants in every picture! They were all doing well- large heads, big stomachs, functioning kidneys, stomachs (they even use the bathroom now!), 4 chamber beating hearts, toes, fingers, arms, legs! They are all so perfect, made completely in the image of their Creator! God is so good.
Each time after every Memphis appointment, we meet in the conference room with the doctor. The next few minutes at this appointment totally and completely rocked my world. I was not expecting what the doctor would now say. I thought our babies had looked perfect, and to the naked eye, such as mine, they did. They always do though, and that's no surprise. Mama, Laura, Liv, and I patiently waited on the doctor, and I silently wondered why there was tissue on the table. Thankfully there was, and I didn't realize that I'd probably end up using the whole box by the end of our talk. He came in and said the babies looked good, but immediately said, "let's talk about baby A (girl)." My heart stopped literally. You don't want to hear anything negative about your babies, but especially you don't want to hear it from a high risk doctor. At this moment and previously, I realized how much I'd do anything for them- how much I loved these three wonders that I don't even know yet. My mama hen instincts went into full fruition, and I wanted to protect each of these miracles. The doctor then told us that A has a cyst on her brain (choroid plexus cyst). I'm explaining totally on stupid people terms, which could be wrong, but anyway, your brain makes fluid that goes into your spine to make spinal fluid, and her brain turned some of this fluid into a cyst. Please pray that it disappears! He then went on to tell us all of the risks- trisomy 18- scary- meaning our girl may meet her Jesus before we would like for her to, but again, these have always been His babies-and His will be done. The doctor did tell us that this was a low risk, and we have found out that it is more common in babies. This is just not the news we wanted to hear, but again, I must remind myself that these are God's babies. He also told us that he didn't want to even tell us, but legally and ethically, he had to. He also said since I'm on the younger side, that is better too. Please pray that it disappears! He also said that I could have been born with one, or you, but sonograms are just so in depth these days. Andy and I are doing ok, taking it day by day and trusting in God completely. I'm not going to lie though, it has been extremely hard to trust because I tend to like to have control over things. I then have to remind myself that God is in control, and this is His baby. God is at work in us as well, sanctifying us daily. The doctor recommended against an amniocentesis because it would put sweet B and precious C at risk. So of course, we aren't doing it unless he tells us to do it. Please pray that it would go away. Pray that the Lord would give me and Andy a peace that passes all understanding. Pray for her precious brain- that this would go away. Pray that her brain would be so smart one day that it will amaze us. Pray for the doctors to have wisdom. Please pray that God would give me enough strength to get through each day- to stay strong for the other two. This is HARD, and I know my God will remain faithful to us through all of this. It is in his strong hands, and honestly, there is no place I'd rather this situation be but in his sweet hands. There is nothing I can do but provide a healthy place for her to live in me. Please pray our A, B, and C to continually grow at the same rate- and for peace us.
On a closing note, I found this question # 1 from the Heidelberg Catechism so comforting, as the preacher brought it up tonight in church...
Question #1~ What is thy only comfort in life and death?
Answer:
That I with body and soul, both in life and death, am not my own, but belong unto my faithful Saviour Jesus Christ; who, with his precious blood, has fully satisfied for all my sins, and delivered me from all the power of the devil; and so preserves me that without the will of my heavenly Father, not a hair can fall from my head; yea, that all things must be subservient to my salvation, and therefore, by his Holy Spirit, He also assures me of eternal life, and makes me sincerely willing and ready, henceforth, to live unto him.
So true... We aren't our own. These babies aren't ours. They're God's, and He knows them, even where their hair follicles are, and He for sure is in control of all three babies' brains. HE will remain faithful no matter what.
Secondly, we sang "Whate'er My God Ordains Is Right," and every word rang so true... Check it out
http://www.hymnlyrics.org/lyricsw/whateer_my_god_ordains_is_right.html
Happy New Year and Praise God from whom all blessings flow~
Maggie
Our next appointment is on Tuesday, January 3rd here in Oxford, and our next high risk appointment is on the next Wednesday, January 11th. Please be in prayer for both of those appointments.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Update/ Beds!
Once again, I am late in updating the blog, and once again, God has shown His mercy towards me, Andy, and the trips! They are growing, growing, growing! It is amazing to see them squirm around! They are now almost too large for the sonographer to get in one picture! God has been so good to let these precious babies grow! They are all 5 ounces now! They grew an ounce in a week, and I do believe I've been feeling them grow! Growing pains hurt, but I'm willing to take one for the team that is inside of me! :)
We had a routine appointment on December 13th, here in Oxford with Dr. Smith. Meme and Papa came along with me since Andy couldn't, and they wanted to see the ultrasound. After waiting for an eternity, I got to see the doctor, who informed me that it was time for a glucose test. All I have to say is yuck. I wasn't aware they would be doing a glucose test this day, so I ate a large breakfast and two peppermints right before the test. Strike one- eating breakfast. Strike two- eating a peppermint. Strike three- eating another peppermint- all right before I had to drink a jacked up Hawaiian punch drink... in five minutes. Actually, this first go- round wasn't so bad. I couldn't really taste the powder, but I definitely could tell there had been something stirred into what use to be a wonderful Hawaiian Punch drink. So, of course, I fail the test... by thirty points! The nurse said, "honey, normally, people fail this little test by 5 or 6 points, but you failed it miserably... by THIRTY points." Yikes. Bummer. If that nurse only knew how good that piece of icing had been the night before! But, honestly, if you could have seen how the babies were moving in the sonogram and showing off for their Meme and Papa, (all because of the sugary concoction), I'd fail it every time. It is still amazing to feel them move inside of me, and of course that day was no different. Baby A, our girl, was all over the place! She is Miss Drama Queen. She'll put her arm over her head, as if to say she's had a hard day. It's hysterical. She is still rocking some big ole lips, like my daddy. Baby B, our usual calm one, was not at all calm. It was as if we had given Baby B some speed. In fact, he was the only one we couldn't get a picture of that day. Every picture of B looks like one that you take of someone that is moving. We may have been wrong about him being calm... Baby C, our thumb sucker, was waving at the camera this time. He took a break from the thumb to give us all a shout out. We got the cutest picture of him with his little hands crossed over his heart- precious! It was great! Once again, I left the doctor's office in awe of the miracles that are inside of me. God is truly performing something that is too great for words- right inside of my stomach. I can't get enough of these babies and cannot wait until I get to see them again.
Just in case you are wondering, I did end up passing the second glucose test. It was horrific. That lovely drink tasted like Hawaiian Punch with a baking soda paste, and remember, it has to be finished within five minutes. It was awful. I was going to try and be smart and go back and forth to work in between hours, but I got so sick that I had to lie down. After gagging and thinking I was dying, I made it back to the land of the living. They wouldn't let me leave the office, and the literature in gyno offices isn't very appealing. I'm now an expert on the HPV deal, which is now why I have donated all of my old magazines to them. I'd rather read about the 2008 trends than HPV. When there wasn't a finger left to prick, I found out I had passed the test. Praise God! Now, just waiting a few more weeks to repeat it again!
Now, on to more interesting things... I officially have a handy man in the house. Andy Miller has put together THREE baby beds. And, no, we didn't even use wood glue! It has been so much fun to see him put the beds together! He was so proud of himself, and so was I. It has also been so much fun to see a baby room come together... with 3 baby beds. I act like it is coming together, but truly, we've just got the beds up- no mattresses- no paint on the walls. You will really think Andy is handy after he paints the room. My mind is spinning with ideas. Think primary colors! I've picked out some fabrics online, and they are getting shipped to me. What would we do without the internet? They're precious, and I'll show them as soon as I get pics of them! This part is exciting! They're gonna have a super cute room. They may not always be matching, but their room will be cute!
Mama and Daddy came up for Christmas this past weekend since I can't travel that far. It was a little weird, but we're doing what is best for the trips. We got all sorts of baby things- blankets, MATCHING outfits!, bottles, passies, money!, crib sheets, and the list goes on and on and on. I wasn't aware of such baby things, and I feel certain Andy wasn't either. We're really going to be blind-sided. Ha. Also, Mama brought up all of Laura's girls' newborn baby clothes. That was fun! Girlfriend now has a closet full until she is three months old. She will be styling- as much as an infant can be. I rearranged them by color and fabric texture- imagine that. I'm sure that characteristic of mine will be out the window soon enough, but while I still have it, it's fun to use. Laura is sending up the boy clothes soon, so we'll have them some sweet clothes too.
Sorry for such a long post. Every time I try to end, I think of another exciting thing that has happened. I hope to get a tad bit better (for the time being) at updating the blog. I'll also try and put pictures in the next time. Please continue to be in prayer for these sweet babies. We all need it. Please pray that God would let them all grow at the same rates, and that they would be well physically, mentally, and most importantly spiritually. Merry Christmas from our family to yours....
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This post was written a little over a week ago with hopes of learning how to add pictures, but I've failed once again. One day, I promise to have pictures. Internet has been down... UGH!
We had a routine appointment on December 13th, here in Oxford with Dr. Smith. Meme and Papa came along with me since Andy couldn't, and they wanted to see the ultrasound. After waiting for an eternity, I got to see the doctor, who informed me that it was time for a glucose test. All I have to say is yuck. I wasn't aware they would be doing a glucose test this day, so I ate a large breakfast and two peppermints right before the test. Strike one- eating breakfast. Strike two- eating a peppermint. Strike three- eating another peppermint- all right before I had to drink a jacked up Hawaiian punch drink... in five minutes. Actually, this first go- round wasn't so bad. I couldn't really taste the powder, but I definitely could tell there had been something stirred into what use to be a wonderful Hawaiian Punch drink. So, of course, I fail the test... by thirty points! The nurse said, "honey, normally, people fail this little test by 5 or 6 points, but you failed it miserably... by THIRTY points." Yikes. Bummer. If that nurse only knew how good that piece of icing had been the night before! But, honestly, if you could have seen how the babies were moving in the sonogram and showing off for their Meme and Papa, (all because of the sugary concoction), I'd fail it every time. It is still amazing to feel them move inside of me, and of course that day was no different. Baby A, our girl, was all over the place! She is Miss Drama Queen. She'll put her arm over her head, as if to say she's had a hard day. It's hysterical. She is still rocking some big ole lips, like my daddy. Baby B, our usual calm one, was not at all calm. It was as if we had given Baby B some speed. In fact, he was the only one we couldn't get a picture of that day. Every picture of B looks like one that you take of someone that is moving. We may have been wrong about him being calm... Baby C, our thumb sucker, was waving at the camera this time. He took a break from the thumb to give us all a shout out. We got the cutest picture of him with his little hands crossed over his heart- precious! It was great! Once again, I left the doctor's office in awe of the miracles that are inside of me. God is truly performing something that is too great for words- right inside of my stomach. I can't get enough of these babies and cannot wait until I get to see them again.
Just in case you are wondering, I did end up passing the second glucose test. It was horrific. That lovely drink tasted like Hawaiian Punch with a baking soda paste, and remember, it has to be finished within five minutes. It was awful. I was going to try and be smart and go back and forth to work in between hours, but I got so sick that I had to lie down. After gagging and thinking I was dying, I made it back to the land of the living. They wouldn't let me leave the office, and the literature in gyno offices isn't very appealing. I'm now an expert on the HPV deal, which is now why I have donated all of my old magazines to them. I'd rather read about the 2008 trends than HPV. When there wasn't a finger left to prick, I found out I had passed the test. Praise God! Now, just waiting a few more weeks to repeat it again!
Now, on to more interesting things... I officially have a handy man in the house. Andy Miller has put together THREE baby beds. And, no, we didn't even use wood glue! It has been so much fun to see him put the beds together! He was so proud of himself, and so was I. It has also been so much fun to see a baby room come together... with 3 baby beds. I act like it is coming together, but truly, we've just got the beds up- no mattresses- no paint on the walls. You will really think Andy is handy after he paints the room. My mind is spinning with ideas. Think primary colors! I've picked out some fabrics online, and they are getting shipped to me. What would we do without the internet? They're precious, and I'll show them as soon as I get pics of them! This part is exciting! They're gonna have a super cute room. They may not always be matching, but their room will be cute!
Mama and Daddy came up for Christmas this past weekend since I can't travel that far. It was a little weird, but we're doing what is best for the trips. We got all sorts of baby things- blankets, MATCHING outfits!, bottles, passies, money!, crib sheets, and the list goes on and on and on. I wasn't aware of such baby things, and I feel certain Andy wasn't either. We're really going to be blind-sided. Ha. Also, Mama brought up all of Laura's girls' newborn baby clothes. That was fun! Girlfriend now has a closet full until she is three months old. She will be styling- as much as an infant can be. I rearranged them by color and fabric texture- imagine that. I'm sure that characteristic of mine will be out the window soon enough, but while I still have it, it's fun to use. Laura is sending up the boy clothes soon, so we'll have them some sweet clothes too.
Sorry for such a long post. Every time I try to end, I think of another exciting thing that has happened. I hope to get a tad bit better (for the time being) at updating the blog. I'll also try and put pictures in the next time. Please continue to be in prayer for these sweet babies. We all need it. Please pray that God would let them all grow at the same rates, and that they would be well physically, mentally, and most importantly spiritually. Merry Christmas from our family to yours....
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This post was written a little over a week ago with hopes of learning how to add pictures, but I've failed once again. One day, I promise to have pictures. Internet has been down... UGH!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Snips, Snails, Sugar, & Spice
Once again, we've had another shock! No, there's not another baby. We found out yesterday that we are having TWO BOYS AND A GIRL!!! Praise God from whom all blessings flow! We're so blessed and amazed, yet again, by God's mercy! You may ask why we are shocked? Well, at our first high risk appointment about a month ago, we were told we were having 3 boys, but they just weren't sure about Baby A. You'd think it'd be C, but not this time, sweet Baby A was throwing us for a loop. They had said, "don't say anything because we aren't sure, but we should know by your next appointment." That was hard! Going through Thanksgiving, knowing that we had 3 boys and not saying anything was difficult, but by God's grace, we kept our mouths shut when all we wanted to do was shout it from the mountaintops! So, Andy and I went on with our lives thinking we were about to add 3 precious boys to the house. I was trying very hard to learn all about football, Star Wars, Legos, etc., realizing the overload of testosterone that was not only overtaking my body, but about to take over my home. Andy should be really thankful for this time too, because I did learn a tad bit more about football, but that is neither here nor there. In fact, I even went to the new Coach Freeze's press conference, "because the boys just may want to hear what this new Ole Miss coach has to say." Sure. But I went anyway. Finally, our Memphis appointment came, and we both went in just expecting to see them and find out if they had grown, etc. All of the sudden, the ultrasound tech said, "well, if Baby A is a boy, then we may have some problems. That is a GIRL!" We were shocked that there was a girl in there! Daddy was about to learn alot about shopping and china. I shouldn't say "all of the sudden" because, it was more like every time they would try to do the ultrasound, she'd move. And then again, they'd do another type of ultrasound, and she'd move again. She did not want us in her business. Just a tad bit stubborn. I'm not at all sure from where she gets that! Ha! (She gets it honestly from both parents). Finally, she put her hands over her head, as if to say, "I give up. I am a GIRL." She is on the very bottom, so she is definitely getting all of the weight. But, don't let that fool you. Girlfriend is headstrong and can kick. She may be a kickboxing instructor. Sweet, chilled Baby B was in her space once, and she kicked the mess out of him, and of course he moved. I think we may have a new queen of the house. As always, sweet Baby B (boy) was chilled out. It is unbelievably obvious that Andy had ALOT to do with this child. This baby boy looks exactly like Andy. It's amazing! He'd turn and move some, but he doesn't move as much as his sister, who had actually turned breech by the time we left the office. This child may be Andy's twin, but we're not sure where he gets his relaxation methods. Possibly sweet Papa? And, last, but certainly not least, our sweet little C is rolling along with the punches. He is the only one that I can tell that is kicking me because he is on my right side. That is a feeling of heaven on earth. Sweet C loves his thumb. We may need to start paying an orthodontist now. C is constantly all about his thumb. A is still looking like my daddy; B is Andy; and sweet C is a mixture.
Once again, Andy and I have been wowed by God's goodness to us. Each time we see these precious babies, we are reminded of God's mercy shown to us. It is truly unbelievable to see each of these precious lives moving around- and actually looking like us- and sucking their thumbs- or even kicking her brothers. It's amazing that they're now 4 oz., or 4 inches long! Their heartrates were strong. We saw 4 chambers of each child's heart; we saw stomachs and bladders, all working together to do their designed tasks. We are so thankful that God is even forming their inward parts so intricately. We are even more thankful that God chose us to be their parents. I can now understand how much parents love their children. I'd do anything for them, as would Andy. Our lives are totally changing, but totally changing for the best. Please continue to keep each of these wonderful babies in your prayers. Please pray specifically that they would continue to grow in concordance with one another. Please also pray that God would be preparing our hearts and minds for being the parents that these children need. Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Maggie
Once again, Andy and I have been wowed by God's goodness to us. Each time we see these precious babies, we are reminded of God's mercy shown to us. It is truly unbelievable to see each of these precious lives moving around- and actually looking like us- and sucking their thumbs- or even kicking her brothers. It's amazing that they're now 4 oz., or 4 inches long! Their heartrates were strong. We saw 4 chambers of each child's heart; we saw stomachs and bladders, all working together to do their designed tasks. We are so thankful that God is even forming their inward parts so intricately. We are even more thankful that God chose us to be their parents. I can now understand how much parents love their children. I'd do anything for them, as would Andy. Our lives are totally changing, but totally changing for the best. Please continue to keep each of these wonderful babies in your prayers. Please pray specifically that they would continue to grow in concordance with one another. Please also pray that God would be preparing our hearts and minds for being the parents that these children need. Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Maggie
Monday, December 5, 2011
The Day We Found Out.../ Moving Babies!
Some of you have asked me to tell you about the day we found out we were pregnant. Some of this may be too much information, so just read over if so! It's a day I will never, ever, as long as I live, forget. Andy and I had been told that we had to wait two weeks to do a pregnancy test (see above fertility post), and when you are as impatient as the two of us, that can be pretty hard. By God's amazing grace, we were patient and calm, all at the same time- two characteristics that do not fit us. Finally, the day before I was supposed to take it came, and my impatience took over and won. It was a Friday morning, September 23rd, to be exact. All I had was just a plain e.p.t. test with the positive or negative lines. I had woken up at 3:30 a.m. to use the bathroom and couldn't go back to sleep. I was scheduled to meet my walking buddies at 5 a.m. Finally, at 4:15 a.m., I woke Andy up and told him it was D-Day. I was scared to death to go to the bathroom, but again, by God's grace, I did. Before I did, Andy said the sweetest prayer, and from that moment on, I do believe God was holding our hands the entire time (as if He wasn't already). So, I went. I immediately saw that it really didn't look positive, so I told Andy, and he just stared at it, when all of the sudden, he screamed out my name- "Maggie, Maggie, I swear it's looking positive!!!" And sure enough, there was a faint positive line. We then both started crying and thanked God for this gift. And then, like normal sinful humans- we didn't believe it at first- sooo, we got in the car and drove to the closest Walgreen's to get a digital pregnancy test. The roads were definitely empty at 4:20 a.m. that morning, so Andy flew straight there. He went in and immediately found it, and was then told by the cashier, "man, I sure do hope this works for you if you're getting out this early." Truthfully, that Walgreen's cashier didn't know that his simple words did a wonder for us early that morning- they made us laugh in a time when we weren't so sure of anything. Although the ride there was but a second, the ride home was hours- it seemed! We came home and probably did the quickest test ever been known to man, and immediately, those priceless, magic words appeared, "pregnant!" Again, the tears began to flow, and we praised our God like never before. And only for two short weeks did we think it was just one baby. Little did we know how much our God had blessed us... The real surprise of our lives was yet to come...
Changing subjects totally, I was lying in bed when all of the sudden, I felt the most amazing feeling in my stomach. A, B, or C- not sure which one- actually moved in a way in which I felt it! What a precious moment that I, again, as long as I live, will never forget! One would have thought that I would have felt A or C moving by now, since B is our chilled out child, but nevertheless, one of them moved! Amazing is the only word I know to describe the feeling. Amazing is the only word I know how to describe this whole ordeal. Amazing, amazing, amazing to feel these precious little wonders moving so freely in my body. I can't describe it.
Please continue to keep our family in your prayers as we continue on this journey. We actually get to find out their sexes TOMORROW!!!! We cannot wait to see with what God is blessing us. This whole journey has been nothing but exciting and nerve-wrecking, but we know that God is in control no matter what! Please pray that each child is growing in concordance with the other and for healthy, strong heartbeats and organs and cells- and anything and everything. Praise God from whom all blessings flow... especially these three little miracles...
Maggie
Changing subjects totally, I was lying in bed when all of the sudden, I felt the most amazing feeling in my stomach. A, B, or C- not sure which one- actually moved in a way in which I felt it! What a precious moment that I, again, as long as I live, will never forget! One would have thought that I would have felt A or C moving by now, since B is our chilled out child, but nevertheless, one of them moved! Amazing is the only word I know to describe the feeling. Amazing is the only word I know how to describe this whole ordeal. Amazing, amazing, amazing to feel these precious little wonders moving so freely in my body. I can't describe it.
Please continue to keep our family in your prayers as we continue on this journey. We actually get to find out their sexes TOMORROW!!!! We cannot wait to see with what God is blessing us. This whole journey has been nothing but exciting and nerve-wrecking, but we know that God is in control no matter what! Please pray that each child is growing in concordance with the other and for healthy, strong heartbeats and organs and cells- and anything and everything. Praise God from whom all blessings flow... especially these three little miracles...
Maggie
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