Life Is Good: April 2012

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Butterfly Beauties

I never would have guessed that a sage bush would attract so plentifully these gracious creatures. The butterflies are beautiful. We went to Papa Donnie's house today to see them.

I guess I need to plant some sage. Can you imagine the fun and awesome splendor we could have if we had a corner of the yard overgrown with sage...and overrun with butterflies!

Friday, April 6, 2012

Ryan wanted mud. He wanted mud in my garden. My garden that is in the beginning stages of being planted. My garden that I hope produces abundantly for our little clan. My garden that if my kids and dogs don't stay out of it...won't BE a garden.

Oh wait...that's not the post.

So I gave Ryan the hose and said go make mud somewhere else. He did! It started as just some innocent play. A hole. Some water. His feet dangling in it. But then he slipped...and discovered...that mud is slippery. And fun!

And his brother joined him!

And they slipped and slided and plunged and glopped and everything else in that sloppy mud until they were covered. H e a d -------to--------T o e ! Both of them.

Mud gets sticky after awhile...

Check him out. He's just chillin'...

in the mud!

And then he lost his pants. In the mud. They stuck.

Yep! There they are...

The boys had a FANTASTIC time in the mud...and I would have joined them had it not been quite so cold. Maybe we'll make mud again someday...when it's 85 instead of 55.

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

Monday, April 30, 2012

Never a Dull Moment!

Monday, April 23, 2012

Outing At The Myriad Gardens!

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Butterfly Beauties

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Happy Easter

Friday, April 6, 2012

Boys and Mud