An Update

I have been in the deep thralls of pregnancy vomiting/nausea. Yeah, I am one of those lucky that get to 100% tell and know that I am pregnant. It's been hard, as I cannot do a whole lot, and Mike has just been amazing and stepped in as both a mom and dad. I am praying this eases off in a few weeks, because throwing up 5-6 times a day (some days more) is really not my thing.

The photo-bomb above are Collin with his two favorite people in the world (outside of the Grandparents and some other lucky relatives) that he likes to call his "bestest friends", Zoe and Owen. Zoe LOVES, LOVES, LOVES Collin. I will have to photograph some of the love notes she sends Collin's way, because they crack me up. Her brother Owen I am sure just finds it annoying, as he rolls his 4-year old eyes with every 6-year old declaration of love she shares, to his best friend. It's really quite funny. We love having them over.

Collin turned 4 last week, and while he can drive us to the edge in some moments, he just really is a funny and caring kid. We can not wait for him to be a big brother again, as I know he is just going to be so soft and sweet with this little baby.

So update on the wee little one. We met with perinatology, and were able to see our little one's heart beat. It was still early at that point, so it was still low at 114 beats per minute. I am going to be having a really cool new test at 11 weeks, where they draw blood from me, and localize the DNA from the baby, and see if there are any trisomies or issues. I have always had to have a CVS or Amnio, which are painful and potentially harmful to the baby (did I mention soooo painful?) It is cool, so we will know around 12-13 weeks what this baby will be. I still say girl most days, and have had a few dreams about a little girl. The strangest was last night, when I delivered the sweetest little girl early, although all was well, and she actually was delivered in the car, so I REALLY hope none of that comes true. Here is a pic from the earlier ultrasound (we had another, but it really was just to hear the heartbeat, which was 147, and the picture is not very clear.)

I will post pictures from Collin's birthday. We are going to have a party when it gets a little warmer. Better late then never, right? 

Just Thinking

My "morning" sickness has set in something fierce. And with a headache that moves to migraines, I just begin to feel useless. I still try to work through it, but it is not always possible. I am grateful though to feel this way, as it probably will be the last time I ever feel this. I have still had my small freak-out moments, but I have this underlying peaceful feeling that all will be well. Not sure if that is what will happen for sure, but the feelings of peace are very much appreciated.

I have been doing a lot of thinking about this little baby (who feels like a girl most days, but who knows?) I do not know what is in plan for he or she, but I am just so excited to meet this little baby. I am excited to pull out the baby tub, to cuddle a fresh and clean newborn. I am excited to see this little baby grow, to feel the first movements. I cannot wait to see Collin and Jacob so excited to greet their little sibling, to see them encourage him or her to move, crawl, and walk. Tears of joy spring to my eyes when I envision this little one, but also some bittersweet as this will be the last time I experience this in the biological sense.

I know I may sound crazy, making plans, but if I believe or act like this little one is automatically doomed, I will make myself crazy and will not be able to enjoy these moments. So I just hope. Hope this little one will be okay, hope that we will be able to have a non-eventful pregnancy, and that we will be able to make many, many, many memories with our three little ones. 

A Little Surprise

There is always a story. This is ours. Last week, I had not been feeling well. I chalked it up to the flu that had hit our house. But I started being able to smell EVERYTHING, become a bit more emotional, and my sweet husband started to pick up on all of this. He asked if my monthly friend had visited, and I was realizing that blessed friend had not. I had a really old pregnancy test, so I took it. I checked it a few minutes later, sure it would be negative, but it was not so. Chalking the two lines up to the test being old, I told Mike I thought I might be pregnant, and that I needed to head to the store. Took another one at home, and sure enough, two lines. I started freaking out. Why was I freaking out, besides the obvious history we have had? Well, I was on the pill. Yep, birth control failed us. So now we get to become buddies for a 4th time with our favorite Dr. over at maternal fetal medicine (we go next Friday) and the expected due date is October 6th (although I refuse to have another baby in October, so it will be the last few days in September) but we are such a mix of emotions.

Mike thinks it will be a girl, so do my mother-in-law, my sort of work-mom, my mom, and a few friends. I am not sure, as it changes from day to day. I think I am 60% thinking it will be a girl, but I was wrong with Jacob, but right with Lilly and Ryker. We are just praying, praying, praying that this little baby will be HEALTHY! I have surprisingly a lot of peace about it, which I am not sure stems from the fact that Jacob is here, and that he was okay, or because this baby really is okay, but we are just trying to be optimistic. We will post along the way, and keep you informed. 

Taking a Break

I am sorry for the horrible lack of posts over the last few months. I am in school, teaching joy school in our neighborhood, and the other blends of life that can make things crazy. So this update will sadly not have pictures, but I promise they are coming soon.

We will start with the smallest in our family. Jacob turned two this October. We had a small birthday gathering, and he was in heaven. He is so funny, and has such a silly but yet obedient nature. His language has exploded, but unlike his brother, it is a bit more difficult to decipher what he is saying. He still has his bright blue eyes and crazy blonde hair that goes every which way. He is short and solid (weighing in at 30 pounds) but the more and more he grows, the less and less he is my baby (although my baby he will always be, the same as with Collin.) He loves Collin so much, loves his Momma and Dadda, and Skippy too. He still is drooly and puts everything in his mouth, but I love his ticklish ways and adore having him as part of our family.

Collin is a smart little skunk. He is just a sponge, and I am finding I have to be really careful with what I say. And he remember everything Jacob threw up last night, and he said "mom, Jacob threw-up, just like when I threw up at Heather's. Now mind you, he threw up at my sister's over 4 months ago. And sorry for the gross story, that's just how it is in our house somedays (well really, a lot of days.) Collin has loved being in preschool/joy school, but seems to both like and dislike having it at our house. He said to me last week, "Mom, is preschool at our house again?" I told him it was. He then said "Mom, I do not like it at our house, because I do not want you to be the teacher." I just chuckled.

Mike and I celebrated our 8th anniversary in November. We celebrated by going for a night up to the city. It was so fun, and so very strange to have it just be us. It made me realize that very soon, my boys are going to be big, and it will just be us again. And I know I will long for these days, so I am trying to learn to appreciate them better.

Mike finishes his last pre-req this semester, and then will start nursing school in the fall. We are excited for this, as both he and I both will be done with our degrees in the next 3 years. And with that, I have made a career change. I am going back to school to get my elementary education degree. I have 5 more classes, and I will be done. So next fall, I will be applying for my program, and that could not make me happier.] So I will not be updating a whole lot, as I start this semester into 10 credit hours, one physical class and two on-line. So my time will again be devoted there, and not so much here.

So that is about it. I will upload pictures very soon, but my plans for the next 2 weeks include making lots of memories with my family, and baking and sewing for Christmas (between car problems and tuition, money is a bit tight this year.) So we will relish in the reason for the season, and spend time together. It helps me as I try and try to move further away from the commercialism of Christmas.

Aching

I have been in a strange funk. I have so much to be grateful for, and I truly am. But I just feel broken. I think that when you lose a child (or two) there is this horrid hole that is left forever. Try as you can to fill in that void, but you never will. I love my boys so much, but I still ache to hold my sweet Ryker and Lilly. I wish I could be taking Lilly to school each day. I do not wish them to be in pain, because as a mother, our babies should have to be poked and such, but darn it, I want to hold them, to tuck them in each night, to love them. I hate how snappy I have been lately. I honestly feel crazy. Happy one moment, crying and angry the next, and the cycle continues each day. It is so interesting how the cycle of grieving seems just to continue and continue. I would have thought five and six years later, I would be okay. I have been to counseling, but I keep hearing the "you are fine, and what your feeling is appropriate." But I do not feel like I am normal, nor do I ever feel like I will be. How can you be normal when you have carried, held, and loved such perfect little babies, but then had them plucked out of your arms, and then you are supposed to just be okay? I love Heavenly Father, but I do not always understand the trials he requires of us. That is all. I will take my sad mopey self, and enjoy my favorite time of year, all the while having it be the worst time of year all at once. I promise a cuter and more positive post will be along shortly. Just needed to vent this and get this off my chest.

Time

I have been reminiscing over the last month. Mike's sweet youngest brother is getting married. Oddly enough, he is the same age Mike was when he got married, and he is marrying a darling girl, that also is  the same age I was when I get married. And they are even getting married the same month we got married, some 8 years later. This is the last of Mike's siblings to marry, and it gives us much cause to celebrate, as we are so excited to welcome a new sister-in-law.

I have been reading my old journal entries, seeing how young and naive I was 8 years ago. I look at who I am today, and I almost wish I could be a mix of what I was then, and what I am today. I was a lot slower to anger then, and had a lot more patience. But I did not know what was important then, like I do today. I did not realize how important family was, how they should come first in everything. I did not know the value of all things homemade. (I have a theory on this I will have to share some time.) I did not realize how much better a quilt, sewn in love, was versus their store-bought counter parts. I did not realize the value in items passed down from one generation to the next.

I did not know how important the small moments were. I was always looking for the next big thing, instead of focusing on those smaller moments. What I would not give for those moments Mike and I spent together, just sitting, holding hands, loving each other. Or those moments when I was pregnant, planning for our little babies. I told a friend once to relish and cherish those moments before kids, because although kids are wonderful and the best part of my day, I will never have those moments back.

I would tell my younger self to get school finished, to focus on my education, so that I could enjoy my babies even more. I would know that sometimes cheaper is not always better, to look at the quality, not the quantity. I know I have so much more to learn. And some of those lessons will hurt, but I look forward to the person I continue to become. I just wish I could be handed the patience aspect.

Turning Through the Years.......

"Turning, turning, turning through the years
Minutes into hours and the hours into years.
Nothing changes. Nothing ever can
Round about the roundabout and back where you began.
Round and round and back where you began!"

I have long loved the musical Les Miserables (do not even get me started as to how excited I am about the musical coming out!) The words above are lyrics, lyrics to one of the songs that is in Les Miserables. We attended the annual Heart Walk for our heart group Intermountain Healing Hearts today. I love this event every year, just because I get to see some of the people we love so dearly, a few of which were there with us when Ryker was alive. Sometimes it feels as if those days were dreams, both bitter and sweet. Did I ever hold him?Was that a horrible or dream, or real life, when I wiped the blood that was pouring out from my baby's bottom and mouth, and wait the 4 excruciating hours for him to come out of surgery, or just to hear if he was still here with us? Did I really bathe that sweet baby, and read to my sweet slightly-drugged baby each and every day? Did I honestly tell the many doctors and nurses to stop trying to save his life, that his time had come to leave this world and did I really say goodbye to the sweet baby I had carried for 9 months just 15 days before Christmas?
 At the angel ceremony this morning, they had us say the name of our angel, and say how long it had been since he passed. "Ryker John Gourley, it will be 5 years in December." 5 years??? Where has that time gone? Was that time ever here? Would I really have a kindergartener now, with another starting next year? Would I be a little less broken and a bit more sane?
And as I stood there, helping pass out names after, I read the names of those that had gone before, and had since gone after. There were too many. I read each and every name, my mind hugging each of the families that experience what we experience, that understand why we are so broken. I started to wonder today if after losing a child, if you ever feel really whole again. I do not think so. I know that no matter how many stitches, I am forever changed. Perhaps for the better, but maybe for the worse.  Possibly a little of both. 

I miss Lilly. I look at little girl things sometimes, praying I will be able to have another little girl someday. I miss the little experiences that I would be doing. I miss being able to try out hair styles, I miss picking out little frilly outfits for my princess. Maybe someday I will have that again, and maybe it will not be until I pass from this world. But I know that emptiness will still be there, no matter how many or few little dresses hang in our house. 

I had best get to bed, I just needed to vent this, needed to feel the release of the words from inside. I am okay as I will ever be. This time of year will always be hard, as we near the birthday month. Thank-heavens for two sweet and darling little boys that keep me distracted.