Life Is Good: Bathtime

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Bathtime

I'm very sorry to inform everyone of this, but....

I have no new pictures to share today, so you have to settle with one of those "this day in history" pictures.

I went to the doctor this morning and received a good report. That's great! But...let me tell you about the morning. I got in the shower this morning (you know it's always a good idea to go to the doctor clean). Now I never take long showers unless Wade is home to watch Ryan or Ryan is taking a nap. Ryan wouldn't leave the shower curtain in the tub, so he, more or less, got a shower too...and so did the floor. Ugh. When he finally got the point that he must leave the shower curtain in the tub he left me alone. Unfortunately it got too quiet. It's never a good thing when it gets quiet in my house when Ryan is awake. I cracked the shower curtain and peaked around only to find my son SPLASHING in the toilet. YUCK! I jumped out of the shower, reprimanded him for his poor decisions and while dripping all over him and the floor I promptly washed his hands. That's just gross! It was then that I decided to ban him from the bathroom. I shoved him out the door, closed it and jumped back into the shower. Now my shower was going to be extra short because leaving Ryan unattended is like the scariest thing in the world. I had visions of him climbing to the top of the entertainment center and flying in circles around the ceiling fan. We're talking like Dennis the Menace or Family Circus now. I finished soaping up and rinsing off probably setting a new land-speed record for showering, jumped out, opened the door and was greeted by the cutest little face waiting for me. Awwww.

Speaking of cute...
Ryan rarely ever says mama. I beg him to say it, but he's only let me know that he can say it a couple of times. However...I went to the store last night and when I returned Wade told Ryan that Mama was home. Wade said he ran to the door and yelled, "mama" because he was excited that I was home. Ohhhh....be still my heart.

1 comment:

twin power mommy ♥ said...: so what was the good report for at the doctors this morning?
does it have something to do with your trying to get pregnant?; January 30, 2009 at 5:55 PM

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Brandy Danielle

Brandy is our firstborn, our precious angel baby girl. Her entry into this world wasn't without excitement. At 26 weeks I started preterm labor with contractions 5 minutes apart. With 10 weeks of strict bedrest, most of which were in the hospital, she made it to 36 weeks.
Brandy was diagnosed with "possible/probable" heart defect around 28-30 weeks gestation. After her birth she was whisked away to the NICU for monitoring and after a few days her defect was formally diagnosed and labeled...atrial septal defect and a cleft mitral valve.
Brandy, upon indications of failure to thrive and pulmonary hypertension, underwent her first of 2 open-heart surgeries at 4 months of age. A week after her surgery on the day of her anticipated discharge home Brandy coded for 13 minutes...a stoke.
From that point on Brandy's life was full of doctor's visits, endless crying, pain and suffering. She underwent another heart surgery, fundoplication and g-tube surgery, treatment for infantile spasms, and a mountain of tests and procedures. Her brain damage was extensive.
Upon counseling of our wonderful, most amazing heart surgeon, Dr. Christopher Knott-Craig, and many hours of prayer, we finally called in hospice and called off all of the extensive medical interventions and surgery needs that would prolong her suffering while possibly prolonging her life. Brandy, our precious baby girl...our angel...passed out of our arms and into the arms of her Saviour, Jesus at the tender age of 17 months.

Ryan Andrew

Ryan, our micro-preemie miracle, is a ball of life. After nearly a year of trying to conceive imagine our delight when we finally knew he was on the way. My pregnancy with Ryan was uneventful at first. It seemed perfect and with all of the precautions for preterm labor being taken and monitored we entered this pregnancy with cautious anticipation covered over by a whole love of naive excitement.
At 20 weeks we discovered our "Baby Peanut" was going to be a little boy. We began to make plans and began dreaming about the day we would meet our son.
Almost 2 weeks later everything changed in our lives. It wa a whirlwind of fear and emtions as I began to bleed, was sent for monitoring in L&D and eventually had an appointment with my OB only to find out that it was serious. I had incompetent cervix with hourglassing membranes. The doctor admitted me to the hospital immediately and an emergency cerclage was placed. The statistics were grim, but the hope was to keep our son inside for at least 10 more weeks. We only made it 10 more days.
Early in the evening of February 11, 2007 our son, Ryan, came into this world in emergency fashion at only 23 weeks 5 days gestation. He weighed 1 pound 8 ounces and was 12 ½ inches long. He was so tiny. All I could think of was “oh my goodness is he really that tiny? And is there any way he could actually make it?” I tried to hold on to hope, but in all honesty I had never met anyone with a baby born that early and that small that ever made it.
Ryan did make it! It was a long, hard road, but in the end he spent 90 days in the NICU. He was on a ventilator for 2 months. Finally on one fine glorious day in May we bundled up our 4 pound 4 ounce baby boy and went home...May 11, 2007.
Ryan is now a spunky, lively, strong-willed little boy. His laughter is contagious and his spirit is compelling. He is our miracle. There are no words strong enough to share our delight and joy that God has blessed us with this little boy.

Evan Alexander