Monday, July 25, 2016

Peter's Updates, Birth to 3 Months

Here is that compilation post I referenced in Peter's birth story! Throughout our birth experience, I had a difficult time keeping a journal record of all our experiences...it was just too emotional to sit and ruminate on all of our struggles.  Instead, I started writing Facebook posts to update friends and family. Now that the fog has been lifted and things have started to settle down in the Askham home, it's been really fun to look back on the posts and see how far we've come! Thank you for sharing in our journey!

4/8/2016
"Dear Friends and Family,

This week Derek and I got the surprise of a lifetime: Our little baby boy will be born on MONDAY. As in three days from now! Over the past two months, my blood pressures have been consistently higher than normal for me....and even though I tried to rationalize them, the doctors are taking the numbers seriously and they are electing to deliver him at 37 weeks to avoid any further complications in either of us. As you can imagine, this has joyfully turned our whole world upside-down... our "May" baby has plans of his own!

We debated for a few days about how or if to tell all of you, but this morning we really determined that your love and prayers are going to help us get through what is bound to be an emotional and physically taxing time. Any thoughts, prayers, or fasts that you can offer us would be deeply appreciated. Baby Askham will not be able to have visitors for the first few days of his life, so we ask that you send your love from afar until we have a better idea of his progress. We promise to heavily document his cuteness through all-too-frequent facebook photos.

Today I am so grateful for Amazon Prime shipping (two-day shipping on all of our leftover baby needs...YES!), reeses cups, the guidance and direction of the Holy Ghost, my cheerful husband who has patiently helped me hang every piece of art in the nursery, and unisom for giving me a (much needed) panic-attack free night of sleep. I can feel the encouraging hand of all of you along with my Heavenly Father helping our family meet these challenges. We can't wait to celebrate the life of this little one with all of you!"


Peter's Update: 4/11/16



"Our little Peter Arie Askham was born today at 1:12pm weighing 6lbs 2oz and 19 1/4 inches long. He has blonde fuzzy curls and the biggest lips you can imagine! He and I have had a very busy day and we are both tired and recovering! Thanks so much for your prayers --they have calmed my heart and I have been able to relax and take some time to heal up. We will have more updates on his condition as the week progresses, but the most important thing is that he is here and happy and already melting our hearts!"


Peter's Update: 4/12/16




"Today I watched my little baby go into surgery. His operation took place at 1:30pm, almost exactly 24 hours after birth. It all seems so unreal-- I feel like he has been a part of our family forever, I can't believe he is only a day old! How does the heart feel this much love?

Our surgeon, Dr. Gross, is an incredible woman. I could tell the love she has for her work as well as well as these kids. I never thought I could trust anyone so completely with my child, but I felt entirely at ease. I know this is because of the prayers of so many that have softened my heart and allowed me to relinquish control. I thought I would be a basket case when this day came, but I have just been grinning from ear to ear! My baby is so well taken care of!

Peter's surgery was very successful and he is now in the recovery room with daddy. His spinal cord is now back where it belongs and the wound has been closed. Dr. Gross believes he may not need a shunt, but the team will continue to closely monitor his brain to determine the best course of action. Until then, we are focusing on working with the physical therapist to strengthen his legs, getting his tummy full, and just giving him lots of loves.

We so deeply appreciate all of the prayers that have been said on our behalf. There is no way to articulate the amount of excitement and peace we feel. Your prayers has transformed this trial into one of complete joy and I feel absolutely spoiled to be this kid's mom! I also cannot adequately express my appreciation for the kindness of all of you. Your little comments and messages have brightened my whole day. I love that I get to go through this experience with all of you! There have been countless angels, both seen and unseen, who have protected my baby. Thank you for being one of them! Love and hugs to you!"


Peter's Update: 4/14/16




"Today was unexpectedly the best day ever! Doctors gave the okay for Peter to be on his side (where as before he had to be on his tummy only) which meant that we now have the okay to hold our little one! I was so spoiled and held him for hours! Grandma got some time feeding him and then when dad got home from work, he got cuddles too! Little Peter was so calm and he loved being held.

Peter's stats are looking good too. He currently weighs 6lbs 15oz and is known as one of the best eaters in the NICU (he gets that from me!). He goes to the bathroom well on his own (I even got to change my first diaper today!) but the plan is still to catheterize him out of precaution until he is big enough to undergo further testing.

Our current goal is to get him moved from his current room in the NICU down to the "NICU Village" where mothers and babies can stay together to learn care before discharge. Today we learned that Peter is a great candidate and is next on the list to move to the village, we just have to wait for an open room. Not that we want to kick any other moms out...but if you could pray that we might be able to get one of these rooms so I don't have to go home without my baby tomorrow, I would appreciate it!

My heart is just bursting with pride! Our little guy is exceeding all expectations and we know that is because God has heard all of your prayers, along with our own. Thank you, friends!"


Peter's Update: 4/15/16




"Well folks, we had a really emotional day! I got discharged today and went up to see Peter. We had been hoping that we could move to the Village together, but Peter's doctor said that we would have to wait until Monday or Tuesday when we had a better idea about him needing a shunt. I was handling it all really well until we got my room all packed up and then I just sat and cried. I have been trying to be brave, but it is so hard leaving my baby and going home from the hospital sore and empty handed!

We went up to see Peter for a few minutes before running some things home...and then Peter's neonatologist let the team know that we WILL be going to the Village! If the neurosurgery team decides he needs a shunt, we may have to go back to the NICU for a day after surgery, but they saw no reason to separate us for the weekend. Peter was just as shocked as I was. I cannot tell you how happy I am! This is mommy bliss."


Peter's Update: 4/17/16




"Enjoying holding my baby boy again! It's my favorite part of every day! #mombun #nosleep#kangaroocare

Little Peter had a busy day today and Grandma, Derek, and I are all very sleepy! Since moving to the Village, Derek and I have become Peter's primary care takers and we are now able to do all of his hands on care without any supervision. During what we call "hands on," Peter is rotated from his tummy to his side, catheterized, given a diaper change, fed a bottle, burped, and then repositioned back on his tummy to allow his back to heal. This process usually takes about 30-45 minutes and must be repeated every three hours, so we get to sleep in two hour shifts. I love taking care of my baby, but I have also been so grateful for Derek's help. He is an amazing dad and serves us both in such a loving way.

Peter has had such good bladder control that his cathing was reduced from 8x daily to 4x daily. In even better news, the last few times I have cathed him, he vacated his own bladder before hand and the cath came up dry! The doctors and nurses believe that this is a very positive sign that he has control of the nerves that go to his bladder (in addition to full bowel control, which we already knew). We are cathing him as a precaution until we know more at his two month scan.

In other news, Peter's jaundice test came back normal (woohoo!), he got his first shot and was braver than mommy 😭, and we haven't had any more acid reflux/choking episodes. Neurosurgery will make their decision as to whether Peter needs a shunt tomorrow morning. If he does, surgery will probably take place on Tuesday and we will likely move back to the NICU for recovery (and then hopefully head home!).

Over the course of my pregnancy, one of my promised blessings was that being a mother would fill me with joy. There are no words that can express how wonderful being a mom already is and it is worth every sacrifice. If I could tell anything to my 20-week self (when I had just found out about Peter's diagnosis), it would be that the love I feel for him would be so all-encompassing, that even the hardest trial seems miniscule. He is my perfect, happy, brave, sweet little boy who just so happens to need a little more help than other babies. I am so glad God let me be his mommy. I can't imagine life without him! So be kind to your 20-week-selves... life is always so much better than you think it can be."


Peter's Update 4/18/16



"Sometimes you need an ice cream sandwich and a snuggle. 

Today was a great day filled with many triumphs! Peter got cuddle time with both mom and dad, I got to feed him for the first time (sayonara bottles!), and we saw plenty of movement in the legs today. 

Despite all of the good news, Derek and I, along with Peter's neurosurgeon, decided to move forward with a shunt to treat the building hydrocephalus in Peter's brain. Right now he seems so perfect and happy it is hard to submit him to another surgery, but ultimately this shunt will allow Peter's brain to function properly in the long run. Without it, pressure in his skull would continue to build and eventually he would suffer brain damage (in addition to headaches, vomiting, lethargy, loss of consciousness, etc.). This is very sad for us because it meant that Peter had to go back to the high intensive NICU to be prepped for tomorrow's surgery. Peter's shunt will also be pretty visible for the first few years of life. Mommy got lots of pictures of Peter's beautiful round head today... when we see him tomorrow he will have a little lump in his skull and the cord that leads to his chest cavity will also be visible as a bump under his skin. 

I am having a hard time leaving my baby in someone else's care again and going home without my baby boy. I am worried about him being scared without mommy, and I feel pretty heartbroken about the shunt being more noticeable than I originally thought. Obviously he will always be my perfect boy, but I am sad that this surgery will be so noticeable to others. Please pray for us to be strong and that the three of us can all be comforted. I could use a little love ."




Peter's Update: 4/21/16




"Another milk coma brought to you by Boppy! 💜💜💜 Thanks so much for my Boppy, Shannon Burton Miller and Cami Burton Heywood! It has been a lifesaver and makes feeding time so comfortable for both of us!

Pediatrics decided that Peter is a perfect baby and they don't need to keep him in the NICU any longer! They have given us an apnea monitor so I don't have any freak outs about his breathing during the night and we have all been happy (tired) campers. We are currently back in the Village awaiting discharge planned for this weekend. I cannot believe we survived this challenge! I didn't think I could bear it. But as Derek said yesterday, things always end up better than we think they will. We are learning to put complete faith in God, even when it comes to that which is most precious to us. 
 Our hearts are full of gratitude for all the help we have received. Every time I look at my miracle baby, my heart just swells with love for all those who prayed and wished us well. You have helped give me the best thing life has to offer. I can't wait to tell Peter about all of you someday. He will know he is loved!"

Peter's Update: 4/25/16




Peter is two weeks old today! He loves eating, sleeping, and being cuddled, and absolutely hates everything else  He had his first check up today and weighs 7 pounds and is 20 inches long, 50th percentile. His head growth was up a bit but he is right in proportion with his other growth, so it seems the shunt is functioning well. Newborn clothes still swamp him, but probably not for long!

Peter seems to be doing all he should be, butDerek and I are still figuring everything out. In the NICU I was feeling so much relief that everything was going well, but now that we are home I have just been so worried about the rest of his future! I wish we could know everything right away, but we have a lifetime of uncertainty ahead of us and that has been a really overwhelming feeling....but that is just how every parent feels, I am sure.

P.S. When we were at the doctor's office, three people asked us if this is our first baby, and another guy remarked (as we were wolfing down some food while Peter slept) "you guys aren't hungry or anything, are you?" Apparently we look as frazzled as we feel. 😱 Heaven help us!


Peter's Update: 4/29/16





Even with footsies in casts, Peter is one good looking baby!

Good news and bad news today...

Bad news: Peter has a vertical talus in both feet that causes the toes to be pointed strongly upwards. He will need casts and surgery to correct the misalignment of his foot bones. Peter also has hip dysplasia in both hips that may need treatment after the series of leg casts if he doesn't grow out of it.

Good news: Peter was kicking so much that it took three of us to hold him down to put on the casts. The doctor said he has the strongest legs of any 17 day old baby he's ever worked on! He gave Peter an extremely positive prognosis and believes that he will be able to walk, run, and play sports after having his feet corrected. Even though he will have to be in various casts and braces for the next year or so, the doctor also believed that Peter should have no problem reaching his physical milestones like crawling and walking.

I also successfully accomplished my first errand without help and I am feeling pretty good about everything today!

5/9/16
Peter's Update:



Our four generation photo with Peter's GrandmaAskham and Great Grandma Warner

Today Peter is four weeks old! He had his follow up appointment with Dr. Gross (his neurosurgeon) and it went really well! His head growth is right on track with no signs of a shunt malfunction. The stitches on his back, tummy, and head are all healing wonderfully and Dr. Gross told us we don't have any more restrictions. Up until now he has only been allowed to be on his back for 30 minutes at a time, but now we can go for longer walks and car trips, and he can also use his baby swing and play on his back as much as he wants! He has had a lot of trouble being on his tummy since getting his legs casted so this is a huge relief to me! I thought this day might never come, but here it is... my arms finally get a break 

Last night, Peter also gave me the best mother's day gift ever and slept in his crib all night! Normally after about five minutes he would just scream and scream until someone held him, but it seems as though he is starting to understand that being in the crib is not a bad thing... and boy, do I feel well rested! We just adore him!

4.11



"I'm one month old today!"

Peter is 7 lbs 2 oz, and 22 inches tall! He loves having cuddles with mom and dad, eating, and car rides. He is loving being able to sleep on his back but still is convinced that diaper changes should be outlawed by the Geneva Convention. Peter has filled our lives with love, laughter, and sleep deprivation, and we wouldn't have it any other way!


Peter's Update:
5/20/16





Today was a really exhausting day. It's been a lot to take in! We went for Peter's casting appointment today and had some bittersweet news: the casting in Peter's left foot has successfully moved the talus into the proper position, but the right has been more stubborn. Instead of casting again and again, Dr. Chong thought that we should all take a break and see what happens as Peter grows and strengthens his muscles. We are thinking we probably will end up doing surgery to pin the talus bone in its proper place, but Peter has healed so far ahead of the curve that he is actually too small to be a good candidate for the procedure now. We are going to go back in three months to assess his foot position and see what needs to be done. My heart hurts thinking about surgery right now, so I am just trying to focus on all of the positive and also pray that somehow Peter might be healed before that day comes.

In the meantime, Peter got his first set of AFOs to help preserve the positioning that the casts achieved until we decide what to do. Aren't they adorable? The orthotics doctor had to custom shape the smallest ones they had to fit Peter's newborn feet. They have little elephants on them but they are so small the pattern doesn't really come through. He just has to wear them at night, and we will go back once a month to get new ones to accommodate his growing. Peter will likely use braces like this for walking when he gets old enough. These will be our best friends 

In other news, Peter smiled at me for the first time today and even gave me a few smiles since! He is just the sweetest thing. 👼👼 I also wanted to thank everyone for checking in on us and sending love! I have been so exhausted going to all these appointments that I feel like I haven't been able to adequately respond to each of you. Hopefully now that we have fewer appointments I will feel more up to socializing with you all  Thank you for your prayers. Have a blessed day!



Peter's Update
5/28/16





Is it okay that my best friend is a baby? He gets me.

"...I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them." Ether 12:27

This scripture came to mind as I've tried to collect my thoughts today. I was reading some past Facebook posts about our pregnancy and Peter and I am just in awe! There were some good moments of faith, but I also remembered how sad and absolutely heartbroken I felt to go through this trial. Tonight I sit here happily cuddling on the couch with my little family and I am full of so much gratitude. I never thought I would make it to this point! Our lives are happy, joyful, full of love, and NORMAL. God has healed my heart in so many ways.

A month ago I remember thinking that the "me" that found out about my son's diagnosis on December 18th was just so little and fragile, and here I am thinking the same thing about that "me" from just four weeks ago. I guess it just proves that God is continuously working on the hearts of those that have faith in him. I had been praying so desperately for healing for my little guy that I had forgotten that I needed some healing too. Heavenly Father has blessed me with what I didn't even know I needed and sent me my little angel to fix all those broken pieces with silly smiles, warm hugs, and a drooly chin. Peter brightens all my days and makes every sacrifice worth it.

We have many Gethsemene moments ahead, I am sure, but just as God has taught me to grow in spiritual strength a little at a time, I believe he will prepare a way for our son to continue to grow in physical strength little by little. And as we press forward line upon line, I know that someday both Peter and I will be together in our Father's kingdom completely perfected in all ways. Until then, I am savoring every moment with my little miracle!



Peter's Update
6/6/16





Peter's a little traumatized from today's visit to the doctor... 

He's actually been a champ today, all things considered! He had a check up with his orthopedist today who found he still had some minor dysplasia (I know, it's been back and forth and back and forth) so we are in this crazy contraption for a long time- an estimated 6 months with check ups every week (heaven help me). I am super bummed and cried at the doctor's office which I do NOT like to do, but I am trying to look at this as just another challenge that we can tackle. The better I am at keeping the brace on him all the time, the faster this dysplasia will be corrected....so we are both getting lots of cuddles tonight and maybe tomorrow we will both feel a little braver!

I feel like I only have enough energy to keep our heads above water and I am having a struggle mustering the daily strength to call various offices for appointments, talk with insurance, meet physical therapists, do our play time, stretch his little legs, bond during cuddles, mail paperwork AND THEN everything that needs to be done just to keep the household fed, organized, and afloat. Even MAKING a to-do list drains my energy-- Oh how I long for the energy of my youth.  Peter and I need a Hawaiian vacation before we can be expected to do any more stupid three hour appointments. I wish spina bifida could wait for a day.



Peter's Update: 6/11/16







Peter is two months old! 👶👶

He loves spending time outside, taking rides in the car, and listening to music! He can smile, babble, and hates sitting still. We love you little man!



Peter's Update 6/15/16







This goofy guy had to get his shots today and has wanted mommy-snuggles ever since! 👼 We also got some great news that the hip dysplasia has already improved greatly (likely only looking at weeks in the brace, not months!) and the small heart murmur he had at birth is no more! I am so grateful that Heavenly Father has magnified the efforts of Peter's doctors to ease our burdens. I love my little boy!


Peter's Update 6/24/16


This new brace certainly doesn't leave anything to the imagination! 😂😂

We met with our new orthopedist today and we just love him. He has such a calm, pleasant demeanor while also really thinking critically about our situation. He gave his opinion about some of the choices our previous doctor made and we both agreed to move forward, treating all these little issues more aggressively to lay the best foundation possible for our man.

Part of our new plan was getting a different dysplasia brace that didn't play into the uneven muscle development Peter already has. I like this one better (even though it costs as much as my first car 😮) and I am excited for the change. We will have a check up in a month to see how treatment is going!

In other news, I've been a little run down this week and Peter has been pretty fussy (so maybe he is fighting a bug too?) but honestly this morning I woke up feeling so much better about our situation. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for this little boy and I am so glad he is ours to keep! 💜💜💜 Thanks for the prayers, love, and reminders to BREATHE. We are doing it!



Peter's Update: 7/11/16







Peter is three months old!!! Approximately 12 pounds and 23.5 inches long. 📏

He has become very social and loves to chat with mom and dad. He smiles, laughs, blows spit bubbles, and loves to suck his fingers or fist. Peter loves his playtime out of the brace and takes advantage with a lot of kicking, punching, rolling (with help) and even some scooting... it's hard to keep up with him all the time! The only thing he doesn't like is when we hold still  We love you, Peter!

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Peter's Birth Story

Stories like this seem impossible to start. There is really no way to adequately describe the fear, hope, frustration, anticipation, et cetera, that filled our minds as we prepared to bring Peter into the world. By the time I had reached my third trimester, Derek and I had already researched every aspect of spina bifida, the birth, and the NICU experience, yet we still felt a little hopeless. Although dozens had offered to connect us with other families going through the same thing, I remember thinking (and often expressing) that the only real story that could help me feel more peace was to know exactly how things were going to happen for those first few weeks at OU Children's Hospital. I hope that this story can bring other families who are on a similar journey some comfort.

Preparing for Delivery:
On April 6th, I had a routine doctors appointment to check the baby's development and also my progress. Derek felt strongly that he meet me at the hospital to attend the ultrasound, so we planned on that. When I got to the office, however, it was a TOTAL circus. I had tried so carefully to arrange my appointments (and subsequent NICU tour) in a way that would make it easy for Derek to be there, but because the office was so busy they decided to rearrange my appointments. Unfortunately for them, they tried to lessen their own blame by explaining (in front of the whole lobby) that I must have gotten the appointments backwards and that my husband was late. To which I responded (in front of the whole lobby), that I had been planning for weeks for this appointment and that I knew exactly when it was, and that their incompetency was disrupting the plans for my other appointments at the hospital. Derek arrived just in time to witness the hubbub after the commotion I had caused and they whisked us away to the ultrasound. The ultrasound tech was nice enough, but when I heard his little heart beating I just completely broke down. I felt like I had failed that little baby by giving him an imperfect body, and I felt angry that any plans with the hospital I had made to try to prepare for his birth were being frustrated. Because of my obvious emotional distress (read: because I was balling like a big fat baby) the ultrasound tech just got a few measurements and sent us on our way. She probably thought she was helping, but that made me even more angry because of all the effort I had taken to try to make sure Derek could be there. While I waited for my OB appointment, I told Derek he should just leave and go back to work... but then he said that perhaps the feeling he had meant he needed to go to the OB appointment. Honestly, I thought this was ridiculous and was going to make me feel even more awkward. I tried to get him to go several times, but he insisted that he really felt he needed to go to this appointment. Cue eyeroll. 

The appointment began normally enough (aside from a few other frustrations that I won't say here), but then things got a little quiet and my perinatologist came in. He explained that because of several weeks of high blood pressures, I was diagnosed with gestational hypertension, and that I would need to deliver at 37 weeks. I remember, as soon as he said that, making eye contact with Derek (our mouths equally agape) and realizing that he was right all along! I was absolutely so glad he was there and glad that he was prompted to stay. This was a major shock to us both. I was already 36.5 weeks, so this meant that I would deliver in just FOUR days. They gave us just a few hours to discuss if we wanted to still go forward with the vaginal birth I had wanted or the c-section they were recommending. Not having enough time to go to the temple, we went at got shakes at McDonalds (ice cream is next to holiness) to discuss our options. Because of the additional complication of the hypertension and likelihood of needing an emergency c-section anyways, we decided to follow the doctor's advice and have a planned c-section. That was a thought I had despised for the longest time because I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to have as many children as I wanted afterwards, but for the first time, it felt like the "right" decision. I think this peaceful feeling surprised us both because we had been praying so long without any clear guidance one way or the other...but that is one huge thing that I've learned through all of this: As long as we are faithful, God will give us all the answers we need when the time comes.




D-Day:
Things I remember from before the c-section: Derek singing "The Morning Breaks" for (what felt like) the entire drive to the hospital, being so thirsty I thought I would die (no food or drink before the c-section!), and waiting a LONG time. As a matter of fact, my procedure was pushed back approximately 5 hours. FIVE HOURS I WAS WAITING THERE. Because we weren't able to meet with our neurosurgeon before my scheduled c-section, the nurses had said they would bring someone from neurosurgery down to explain how things were going to go. That was such a relief to us because no one had given any clear indication of when things would take place. Relief quickly turned to frustration when they were unable to find an available neurosurgeon so they brought someone from pediatrics who told us the same general timeline we had heard all along. UGH. Both Derek and I expressed our frustration and concern that, although this c-section had been very well planned, there were no plans for our baby's surgeries that we ALL knew he needed. The doctor didn't really give an explanation and just said that they could make plans once he was here, and left. 

Looking back, this all seems logical, but for two very worried parents, there was no logic in that! We sat there quietly fuming for a minute before my prep nurse popped her head back in. She was such an angel...(in the craziness of the day I don't remember her name at all, but she was awesome) "I was just listening to the conversation you just had and I just wanted to explain some things that will help you. You have had to be really good planners to be able to get through this pregnancy, but once baby is here, don't have any plans-- just let things happen. We don't know what will happen once he is here or if other babies will need surgery more immediately that your baby so we just can't plan in advance. I know it's hard, but my advice to you would just be to relax and let things play out. We will take care of you." This was exactly what I needed to hear, and it was really the only thing to make me feel a bit better that day. She said it in a very loving way, as if she could legitimately understand that my heart was just breaking for the survival of my baby, and that meant the world. I think this was the best advice I got my whole pregnancy, and it is still true now. There is only so much planning can do, the rest we really do have to allow ourselves to let play out, trusting that there will be people to help us when we struggle. 

It's Go Time:
After that whole encounter, things actually started progressing pretty fast. The nurse came back to give me my various meds before the c-section and explained how things would go. One of the anti-reflux medications they gave me was reglan, and that was a freakin' monster. It sent me into a full blown anxiety attack. My heart beat had gone so high (180+) that I was setting off all sorts of alarms and I was certain I was going to die. Right when my death seemed imminent, they had me say goodbye to Derek so they could wheel me down to the OR (he would meet us later). That was the worst part of the whole procedure. At the time, I regretted not writing Derek some sort of letter should I have died in there...it was bad! I was told not everyone has a panic attack as strong as me, but I was seriously thinking it would be better to take my chances with aspirating than have that again!

I had read online prior to my c-section that the one person to make super good friends with in the OR is the anesthesiologist. This article had said to narrate to them what you are feeling and anxieties you have (because they have something to help *hint hint*). My anesthesiologist was really nice and seemed very sympathetic to my reglan induced panic. She shot something into my IV bag and I felt much better after that. When I had a bout of nausea a few moments later, she shot another thing into the IV and I was as happy as a clam. Now while all this is going on, I've got tubes coming out of like every opening, I feel a strange pushing sensation in my legs (that's what I wasn't prepared for. It was just the nerves they were messing with in my stomach making my legs feel weird, but it felt like someone was pushing really hard on my knees), and I can see the awkward reflection of my lower half in the reflective lights above. Ugh. Poor doctors. 

Our Baby Boy:
Once they brought Derek in, it was just surreal. It seemed too easy to get a baby this way (all things considered). After a few minutes of what felt like people shoving bowling balls into my stomach, out came our beautiful Peter Arie Askham! I had loved the name Peter for several years. Both Derek's and my family have some connections to the name Peter, and it was a classic name that is still less common but easy to spell. Before we even conceived, I felt as though this little spirit joining our family would be "Peter," and even referred to him as such before we even knew if Baby Askham was a boy or girl. When we found out he had spina bifida, I took great comfort in referring to the stories of the Apostle Peter, and how he had the faith to walk on water, and when he couldn't walk any more, Christ reached down and saved him immediately. When I was so heartbroken about Peter's condition, I just pictured Christ reaching to save my Peter just like he did for Peter of old. It's a strong name with a lot of positive pop culture references and it suits him perfectly! The name Arie, (pronounced eye-ree) is after Derek's great grandfather, who was dutch. It was also a name I had loved from the moment I heard it around Derek's family's dinner table, and the more stories of Great Grandpa DeHart I had heard, the more I loved the name. It came as a surprise to Derek when I had put it on our name list, but I thought it was a lovely name to honor our Scandinavian heritage while also keeping Derek's family's tradition of incorporating family names into the naming of a new child. I never knew Derek's great grandpa, but there was something in the spirit of the name that just felt right. We kept the name a secret from everyone (including the nurses) until D-Day. It was so fun to announce his entrance!

When I saw his cute little pink body, I just thought how perfectly his name seemed to fit him. His cry was immediate and he had no need to be suctioned. He was nice and pink, and just beautiful. The nurse gently swaddled him and brought him to my face so I could see him. Big blue eyes and a cute little nose stared up at me! They said I could kiss him, so I gave him a quick kiss on his perfect red little lips, and they whisked him and dad away to the NICU.

When I pictured myself living this moment, I thought I would be inconsolable. I had bad dreams where I was just screaming for my baby and asking to hold him for just a minute. I was sure that I would die when they had to take him away.... but what I felt? I was amazed and in shock. I remember thinking over and over that I was really a mom now, and that my baby is somewhere in the world. I wasn't sad...as a matter of fact, I was so happy! I did it! I didn't think I could survive this moment but I did! I know that the peace I felt then was a direct answer to the prayers that had been said on my behalf. I felt confident that angels were protecting and aiding my baby and I took the nurse's advice and just let it all go. It was wonderful, miraculous, and peaceful.

Seeing my baby for the first time


Timeline:
The days and weeks that followed felt like an eternity at the time, but are now really a blur. I kept detailed facebook updates so I am not going to go into details here (I am going to make a summary of all the updates by month in a different post...someday), but just to keep the main events in one place, here is the timeline that I so desperately wanted to know in advance... but God had other plans ;) Maybe it will help calm someone else someday. 

April 11th
  • Peter is Born at 1:12 pm
  • I don't get to hold him, but I get to see him for about two seconds
  • Derek goes with him to the NICU
  • By the time I get to go up to see him it's getting dark outside... maybe 7pm? But the time really did pass so quickly because I was out of it
  • This day was totally doable
April 12th
  • Peter has his back repaired at 12:30 pm
  • Before surgery, we each got to hold him across our laps. MAGICAL!
  • My first time holding Peter before surgery.
  • We had to wait about two hours from dropping him off to seeing him again in the NICU for recovery. During this time I was actually in a lot of pain and went to rest in my room. Our wonderful neurosurgeon came to my hospital room to tell us how the surgery went instead of just telling Derek. I thought that was really sweet.

April 13th-14th
  • Peter stays in NICU while I am still recovering from my c-section. I get to visit him whenever I want.
  • Visiting is fun, but I was not allowed to hold him (or really adjust him that much) until the 14th (which was the best day ever!)
Holding him without a mattress for the first time

April 15th
  • I am released from the hospital and the NICU team allows Peter to be released to the "NICU Village" where Derek and I could stay with him while he still gets basic care. 
  • Peter has a desaturation of oxygen levels, turns blue and needs oxygen and stimulation. This was later believed to be a symptom of Peter's increasing hydrocephalus 
April 18th
  • The neurosurgen (Dr. Gross) comes back to the Village after the weekend and decides that Peter's head measurements indicate he needs a shunt. We go back to the NICU and I cry a lot.
  • Even with the sad news, I got to hold Peter again on the 18th and they allowed me to breastfeed him for the first time. It went really well!
One week old!!!

April 19th
  • Peter has his VP Shunt placed. Again this surgery takes about an hour and a half, but it goes smoothly and we are all much happier without seeing the oxygen desats.
April 20th
  • The word "discharge" is thrown around for the first time! Peter is almost ready to go home, but because of his prior oxygen levels, we have to watch him for five more days.
April 21st
  • The doctors decide that Peter is doing so well, they plan to release him with an apnea monitor (to check sat. levels) the next day. I told very few people that we were possibly leaving the next day because I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up.
April 22nd
  • What do ya know.... THEY MEANT IT. This was an extremely busy day with appointments from 6am up until 1pm when we were discharged. There is no way I can prepare any other moms for this day. It's like you wait and wait and wait for it to finally get here, and then when you realize that they are sending you home with this baby that has all of these needs (except you don't get to keep the monitors, medical supplies, etc.) and it becomes completely terrifying!
We're going home!

After we left the NICU, Peter still had restrictions. He had to be catheterized once a day (which we still do at 10 weeks old). He also had to sleep on his tummy, couldn't be bathed, and was only allowed to be on his back or side for 30 mins at a time. Thirty days after his back repair, those posture-based restrictions were lifted, making our lives much easier and more normal.

In the days since, Peter has had the following treatments:
  • Frequent weight check ups for slow weight gain
  • Leg casts to correct Bilateral Vertical Talus (3 weeks of casts, currently in AFOs at night only, likely needs more casting and possibly surgery in a few months when he is bigger)
  • Brace for hip dysplasia (3 weeks and counting)
Casts at one month!

Dysplasia brace at two months!

And in the next couple months will have further testing on the kidneys and brain to determine how effective his current interventions are. We are hoping that the shunt will be functioning properly (seems like it is so far!) and that he will demonstrate neurologic control over his kidney and bladder so we don't need to cath any more. So we will have to keep you posted!

Being Peter's mom is so much fun. I often forget there is anything abnormal about his body or challenges which is both a blessing and a curse. I just see past all of those things most of the time, but then something someone says or a doctor's comments will all of a sudden pull me out of the reality that everything is fine (it feels sort of like that part in Sixth Sense where [spoiler alert] Bruce Willis realizes he was dead all along and he can't open the door or hold his wife or talk to those he loves and it's like *MINDBLOWN*) and that is what hurts the most, it's almost like getting the diagnosis all over again! Some days that sadness lasts minutes, and other times it lasts days. The more that I feed into it (worrying about the future and what Peter's function will be) often the longer it sticks around... but it also feels wrong to ignore those feelings and act like everything is fine. So I guess I am learning to trust God's plan (learning...and failing!) while also trying to allow myself a little room to grieve once in a while. Still working on pulling myself together over here, but in truth, Peter is worth all of it! <3

Family of THREE!

Friday, April 8, 2016

Baby A's Nursery Reveal

For the past few months I have been hard at work putting all of the things for the nursery in order. I feel so happy with the result and so blessed to be able to create a fun space for our little man! I made a lot of the things myself, so I will include a few of those DIY photos at the end of the post.

Baby Askham's Vintage Travel Themed Nursery

One of our life long dreams has been to be able to go to Europe. As a matter of fact, when we considered starting our family, one of the big points was to realize that we wouldn't be able to go to Europe for quite a while longer. I would never take back that decision as having this little kiddo has already brought me more joy than a vacation ever could, but I did become tender-hearted as I thought of how my son's challenges might prevent him from seeing the world. After a few weeks of scouring pinterest for a solution, I decided to create a travel themed nursery to bring the world to him! Without further ado, here it is!

View from doorway: Baby's cradle, handmade by Great-Grandpa Leonard, vintage rose colored rocker that was used by Derek's family when HE was just a baby, beautiful handmade quilt by the wonderful Harriot Hagedorn, Grandpa Leonard's partner, vintage travel posters in Better Homes and Gardens 8x10 floating frames, and chevron curtains from Wal-Mart

I made the hot-air balloon mobile and pennant banner myself. I love how they turned out.

Ikea "Bekvam" spice racks painted ivory and used for bookshelves.

Yellow 4x6 frames from Dollar Tree (originally brown and blue), Summer infant changing pad and cover in "grey lattice," changing table spinning organizer from Hobby Lobby. Dresser found on craigslist and completely redone!

"How wonderful life is, now you're in the world" watercolor painting by me. 

View of the entry.

Dresser and bookshelves.
I am absolutely and completely exhausted, but also super satisfied with how everything turned out! I cannot believe that soon a real human baby will reside in this room! 

Behind the Scenes: DIYs

Dresser

Original photo from craigslist add. The dresser is actually a compressed wood- here it is primed. I loved the vintage touches.



The dresser needed a lot of work, I actually sanded a lot of it down, sealed it with another coat of Kilz, and then painted it a beautiful olive green.

I spray painted the hardware a glossy ivory. It's my favorite part!
 Pennant Banners
I got this super cute scrapbook paper (jillibean soup, link at end of post) from Hobby Lobby. I felt like $20 was a little steep so I used a 40% off coupon. I also picked up some cute map scrapbook paper to work into the design. 

I selected the papers I wanted to use and then cut out my flags. I am no engineer so I looked up how to cut the 12x12 paper to get the flag shape I wanted. My pennant flags are 8 inches long, 6 inches wide (I got three out of each sheet of 12x12).

I picked up some ivory ribbon from the dollar tree. At this point, I hadn't actually measured the exact length of the room, but I got three spools and it ended up being exactly enough to go all the way around the room. Isn't that crazy? I sewed them on my sewing machine with about 3" in between each flag. It ended up being so perfect!

Vintage Travel Posters
Floating frames are one of my favorite things and they ended up being the perfect solution for the travel posters. I painted them in the same olive color as the dresser and hung them on the opposing wall.

Travel Posters are all unique sizes, so I needed a frame that wouldn't cut off part of the photo just because it wasn't a perfect 8x10. These did just the trick! I printed all of my travel posters for FREE from freevintageposters.com 
Yellow Frames
I got these ugly frames from the Dollar Tree because I could see that, deep down, they wanted to be painted sunshine yellow. Up until this point I hadn't included any yellow in the design (and I am not a big yellow fan)... THAT is how much they spoke to me.

Ahh, so much better. I love going to the Dollar Tree for my frames, it's just about knowing what to look for and be willing to walk away if they don't have it. I knew I wanted something with visual interest (love the molding!), that also had a thick frame. Some Dollar Tree frames are easy to spot because their molding is strangely thin and has almost no depth, so if you want your frames to look expensive, find something with a fat, happy frame.

I used more of the jillibean scrapbook paper to create some art for the inside. Each frame features the place where Derek, Me, and Baby were (or will be) born, as well as where we met. Here we have Butte, Montana (Derek's birthplace), Rota, Spain (my birth place), Pullman, Washington (where we met), and Oklahoma City, Oklahoma (where baby will be born). I love how they turned out!

Watercolor Art
I knew I wanted some sort of map/globe art for the baby's room, but I was shocked when I went on etsy and saw how expensive it was. Instead, I elected to make my own watercolor.

Here it is almost finished, just needs the sharpie!
Here is the final product picture (again).
I had so much fun! Thank you for checking out our reveal and being so supportive throughout this pregnancy. We couldn't do it without you! 

As promised, here are those links for some of the products we used:
Scrapbook paper: http://www.scrapbook.com/store/js-jb0651.html
Vintage travel posters: http://www.freevintageposters.com/
Ikea Spice Racks: http://www.amazon.com/Ikea-400-701-85-Bekvam-Spice-Birch/dp/B00PNKZ0DO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1460170028&sr=8-1&keywords=ikea+spice+rack
Curtains: http://www.walmart.com/ip/Mainstays-Graphic-Chevron-Panel-Set-of-2/37212677

Friday, March 11, 2016

The Big 2-4 and our March Update

Quick Family Update:

  • Derek has been working so hard at his new job and is really enjoying it so far! 
  • I have been hard at work preparing "every needful [and not so needful] thing" for the baby. I am 32 weeks and 4 days TODAY!
  • Nursery is coming together... stay tuned for the reveal!
  • Derek has been having a lot of GI tract issues recently, so please continue to keep him in your prayers. I think the change of environment, the stress of our growing family, and working 10 hour days at a desk job has really caused some problems for him, but it is making him quite anxious. Poor guy. 
  • Derek and I have callings in our new ward! I am the assistant secretary in the Relief Society and Derek is the first counselor in the Sunday School presidency. We were also asked to give talks this Sunday on the atonement. I am pretty excited!
  • Derek leaves on his very first business trip soon. To me it all sounds pretty exciting, but he says he would rather be here with me. Isn't that sweet?


Yesterday was the big day- my first appointments at OU Children's Hospital in OKC. I have honestly been dreading this appointment since it was scheduled. Not only was my last appointment one of the worst of my life, I was also not looking forward to a potential heartbreak on my birthday. Yesterday I could barely eat and had such trouble going to sleep because I was so anxious! When I finally did fall asleep I had a horrible dream that the ultrasound showed that the baby's defect was much worse than we thought and that he wouldn't be able to live past birth. As I finally started to realize it was all just a dream, I was both relieved that I got a second chance at the ultrasound as well as terrified that what I might have dreamt was a premonition of what was to come!

I laid awake for about two hours and got up as Derek was getting ready for work. Despite my fears, when my feet hit the floor this morning the words from Elder Busche's talk came to mind -- "Embrace each day with an enthusiastic welcome, no matter how it looks." I decided from that moment that I was going to make this day awesome! I curled my hair, put on some mascara and I was feeling great and ready to go! At this point, I left our master bedroom only to see that my husband had beautifully decorated for my birthday! Cute banners, crepe paper, cake... the whole nine yards. I know he has been so tired working long days recently too, so his sacrifice to make me feel special was even more meaningful. He is my perfect companion.
6 am photo shoot. Derek's decorations look so so cute! He knows what the ladies want.

Derek got in an hour or so at work and then met me at OU for the ultrasound. I don't know why I was so hesitant about transferring over there, this place is like a luxury hotel and everyone is so kind! Our ultrasound technician was super sweet and happily humored us with all of the fun details parents love: pictures of the toes, hands, face (although baby was head down so no 3-D images this time)... she could even see hair in his head! Incredible. Of course we also saw the lesion, which is always a bit of a downer, but even in the sad moments there was just an overwhelming feeling of peace that this was the best place for him to be born and that we would get it all taken care of. For other SB parents who might someday find this and want to compare stories and others who are interested, our son's lesion is like a cystic bubble that measures approximately 6cm in diameter. By Spina Bifida standards, this is really quite large. Thankfully, the size of the protruding defect itself doesn't have any correlation with function, so judging by the location (sacral, believed to be somewhere between S2-S5) as well as how closed his spine really is (no sign of scoliosis and definitely a very small opening in the spine rather than a large gap) he has a great prognosis.

This is the Children's hospital where our little one will be born. It is the biggest hospital I have ever been in. 
This is what it looks like on the inside. Lots of comfy sectionals for families to hang out, a cafe on the next floor, and a cool rainbow bubble wall. My appointments yesterday were on the floor below this one.

Here is a picture of the world's cutest baby. I always thought moms just said that about there babies, but I legitimately think he is the cutest baby ever. In this picture he is in the head-down position (upside-down). His luscious lips are on the top left of his face, then a little button nose, and we see his right eye (the left side of his face is in shadow). He also has his little hand up against his chin. He already has so much character and was making cute faces, sticking his tongue out, opening and shutting his hands, and scratching an itch on his chin. 

We also found out that, though he does have increased swelling in the left ventricles from last time, his numbers are actually completely normal on his right side. The perinatologist explained that this had been the case in all of my ultrasounds (although, no one had ever mentioned that before). Unlike my last perinatologist who explained that "everything will just get worse," our doctor explained that at levels like 1.8 cm (1 and under being normal) on the left side, a shunt might not even be necessary. It is still considered enlarged, but apparently it's NOT as bad as we might expect. As far as not getting a shunt, I am taking that with a grain of salt of course, but how nice to have a little hope! In all other ways, our 32 week baby is looking very healthy at approximately 4.5 pounds. His last height measurement was about 17 inches long, but now he is too balled up to get a good estimate on his size. He is moving a lot (including clenching his little toes....THAT MEANS HE CAN FEEL THEM, PEOPLE) and we have a lot of hope for a positive future.

After our ultrasound, I went to meet with my OB (and consequently, a lot of other really smart people who are apart of my team now). She has worked with several spina bifida moms and seemed to know her stuff. She was very kind to me, and I could really see she was making an effort to phrase her words carefully to give me realistic hope about what's to come. One of the major things we discussed today was my birthing options. Both she and other specialists really believe a c-section will be better for baby. The main concerns include my first labor/delivery experience being a total wild card (who knows how awesome I am at having a baby until I do it, right?), possible rupturing and subsequent infection of the lesion on his spine after a vaginal delivery, and the research from 1990 that found that children delivered via c-section perform better than those who do not. I am going to be honest, I hadn't thought a lot about the first two points before our discussion, but I really don't feel super inclined toward a c-section because of a study done in an age when most cases of spina bifida weren't even diagnosed until after birth, which makes a huge difference in how the hospital is prepared for the situation and what surgeons perform the repair. Because of my own beliefs as well as my inclination toward a vaginal delivery, I spent a great deal of time in a "discussion" with these doctors about what really was best. They were really sweet and said that I was awesome for even caring. They also realized it wasn't what I wanted, so they really encouraged me to make my final decisions with the baby's surgeons. I absolutely love everyone I have met and I love that they take the time to discuss their research with me and treat me as a human capable of making smart decisions. Multiple times they encouraged me to just think of this place as "home"....and it's not hard to do! It seems weird, but that hospital has an amazing spirit. These doctors have been given the gift of healing Christ's little ones just as Jesus would if he was on earth today.
Got my flu vaccine and t-dap. Anything for da babaye. It won't really be flu season by the time the baby arrives so Idk how relevant that will be, but I did think that even 60% effectiveness was worth a shot (literally). The t-dap (whooping cough) though is super important. Is it a crazy new mom thing to ask that people who plan on visiting the baby while he is recovering all have their tdap? I just think his little body will be working so hard to recover that I'd hate for him to get exposed to whooping cough on top of it! But if that really seems crazy just lie to me and tell me you went and got it.

In other baby news, my doctors also said that it will be better to schedule an early delivery, around 39 weeks, to try to avoid anything going on unplanned. I will also be meeting with the OU physicians every week to keep an eye on my labor as well as baby's growth. I can't believe that we are looking at about 6 weeks now until he makes his arrival!

I filled the rest of the day with fun and wonderful things. Talked to some family members, sneaked some remnants of cake that Derek leveled off to stack the layers, watched some HGTV, took a wonderful nap, went to a few minutes of a Relief Society activity, and then met up with Derek for our fun celebration! We got gyros for dinner, opened presents (including a fancy sewing machine that I have been eyeing for months...baby crafts await!), and finished the day off with some cake and cuddles. It was just a WONDERFUL birthday!

Oklahoma gets a bad wrap, but I absolutely love it here. I saw this sunset on my way to church today and I had to take a picture!

Grandma Warner made this amazing little hoodie for Baby Askham. The stitch is tons of little tiny loops so it looks like a lamb! I can tell it took hours of careful work and cannot wait to get the little one in it. His great grandma spoils all of us!!!
Blowing out all 24 candles! Almost started a fire! ;)
Both Derek and I love funfetti cake. It tastes delish AND looks so happy. After we are our slices, the baby was so excited and jumped all around. Derek says "He really IS my son!" Hahaha!
After today, I am feeling really positive and excited. As I was eating lunch, I caught myself thinking of how grateful I am for this pefect baby and that I love him just the way he is. I guess normally those sorts of thoughts wouldn't be a big deal, but for me it was the first time I legitimately felt complete peace about our situation and could just bask in the love I have for this little guy. I don't think I will ever love this struggle or the challenges it causes for my son, but I love him so completely that the way I see his birth defect has really changed. He is my little boy, and I love every bit of him. I can't imagine my world without him in it, and I wouldn't take anything back. We prayed so hard for this baby to come to earth, and I am so glad we are pregnant with him. After receiving the diagnosis, I remember feeling like I would be somehow less of a mom and that my "mom" life would never be like everyone else's. In my moment of clarity today I really saw how wrong that thought was. Our child needs a mother, and it is an honor that he somehow thought I was capable for the job. Little baby Askham, we love you and are so excited to meet you!


An important infographic.



Thanks for all the awesome birthday wishes! Sending an added measure of peace and love to each of you as you strive to meet your daily challenges.

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Little Update Lotta Feelings

There isn't a whole lot going on right now, but I figured I would give a little update just in case anyone who is going through a similar thing someday stumbles upon this blog. I have also had a really hard time writing ANYTHING in my personal journal about this whole pregnancy experience (I am sure several journal-minded people just want to shake me after reading that!). Any time I sit down in the quiet to write my thoughts, I just end up crying... I figure once this pregnancy is over I can just print out my blog posts and tuck them in there. This is a hard thing for me and I am trying to remember that someday soon it won't be this way and I will want to reflect on how I grew...but I also have to balance that with NOT allowing myself to spiral into a sad, pensive despair in the mean time. I am able to keep it together a little better when I try to communicate my thoughts to others, so here I am in all my unpolished glory. As a disclaimer, I will say that this is a very personal and spiritually minded post, so if you aren't down with that, maybe this isn't going to be the most interesting of updates to you. This pregnancy has been as much of a spiritual process to me as a physical one, so to me it's all one in the same.

The past week has really been the hardest for me since probably the first week after the initial diagnosis. I was feeling guilty about that. I feel like I had made so much progress and I was feeling so faithful and confident, but now I feel sad. Guilt really describes a lot of what I feel recently. There is a horrible horrible feeling of guilt when I consider that there could have been something I could have done to influence this pregnancy. Luckily I have really overcome that feeling this week (really a whole discussion on its own, so I will save that for later), but that really is the worst of all the feeling I feel in a given time period. I am trying to remember that I have like a million times the hormones raging through me and it's very possible that I am still just as strong and confident underneath this layer of "sad."

I was really in a terrible place until we had this amazing lesson in Relief Society that reminded me that sucky trials are a part of the mortal experience. The teacher read this commentary, explaining that successfully weathering these trials isn't about a "positive attitude," but instead remembering the qualities of our Heavenly Father. Instead of trying to face all of life's horrible unfairness with a smile and "this is TOTALLY fine!" attitude, we need to remember that we knew that this mortal journey would be hard, we accepted these challenges, and we knew it would end up okay because the Savior would redeem us from every pain, in addition to every sin. Somewhere along the way I forgot that I had permission to totally hate this experience. Once I remembered that feeling all these horrible feelings is a part of our mortal journey and that Heavenly Father sent His son to succor and save his people from things just like this, I suddenly felt like I am doing a good job. I am just trying my best.

This recent emotional experience really stemmed from my trip to a new perinatoligist who simply wasn't as hopeful for our child as all my other doctors had been. Over 90% of parents who receive a similar diagnosis terminate their pregnancies by this time. She didn't say it exactly, but she seemed to think it was selfish of me to prolong my child's life and his suffering. Any time I tried to be positive, she would explain that it will get worse. That his brain will be more damaged (up until this appointment, baby's ventricles were measuring in the high range of normal, but at this 28 wk appt they were officially enlarged at 13mm) his back will be more painful, his legs will stop moving... At the end of the appointment when she applauded me for being so brave during the ultrasound, I told her that I thought it was worth it just to be able to see his little face again. She responded with a smirk and said "good for you for being positive." UGH! I had to try really hard while she was talking to remember all those promises I had already been given, that our baby will grow to be strong and happy and that everything will be okay. I am sure the love I feel for my baby will grow unfathomably once he is really "here," but I also feel I have been blessed with a ridiculous amount of love for him already. I can't imagine my life without him. It hurts me when I feel people imply that it is better that he not be born. Do they not see that he is already a real human being who gets hiccups when I eat cookies and dances to music? That sort of mama love basically made me want to reach across the ultrasound machine and punch this lady. This is probably the sort of statement that makes doctors hate certain patients, BUT: I am convinced she knows nothing about my son. This kid and I have had a good connection from the beginning (you know, when the doctor was wrong about the gender and I totally called it), so I feel pretty confident that I know what I am talking about.

In addition to the rough appointment, I was also informed that I would have to switch all my care to a new hospital. I felt completely devastated, mostly because I trust my current OB so much and he was SOO hopeful. But after calming down in the days since, I know that delivering at OU really is the best. Not only do they have the best SB care in the state, it also means that we won't have to be separated and he can be delivered, have his surgery, and stay in the NICU all in one place. I will be more likely to see him sooner and more frequently, and Derek can easily check on the both of us while we recover. In addition, this hospital is very close to Derek's work, which, in the event of a long NICU stay, would allow him to come visit as his work schedule permits. I am really excited to go to this new place, actually!

In between the moments of frustration and sadness, I still have been able to feel a great amount of peace. I was able to go to the temple with a group of sister missionaries (including one who was our good friend in Pullman before she left!) and I really loved it. As a matter of fact, I didn't want to leave. I have been working hard to get some family names done, and I feel such a better understanding of our eternal nature as I do their work. I was running a little late to the temple and I felt like almost everything was going wrong! I had this family name that needed printing, but that took longer than expected, I lost my directions to the temple... I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to have enough time to take this name with me after all. I just prayed and asked Heavenly Father that if it be His will, there would be time for me to do the work for this family member. As soon as I got inside the temple, everything worked out perfectly and I was able to accomplish what I had set out to do. Not only that, but I also got the impression that this ancestor of mine was just as concerned about her work getting done and was going to do everything in her power to get it taken care of. As I reflect on these experiences when I do my family history work, I have realized I feel such close bonds with their spirits. I believe they help me just as literally as I help them through temple work. They remind me, not only of the fact that life extends beyond this mortal experience, but that our spirits are inherently powerful and connected. When we understand the reality of the eternal nature of our souls, our trials during this earthly period don't seem so bad.

I had been thinking about all of these things when I had the opportunity to receive a priesthood blessing. I am so glad there isn't some rule about how many of those we should get in our lifetime because I would surely surpass it. I have been given such wonderful answers to prayers on my knees, but I feel like nothing compares to hearing words straight from Heavenly Father through a worthy priesthood holder as directed by the spirit. Through this blessing, I was promised that there are many family members on the other side of the veil who are busily preparing things for my son's arrival, and that they will watch over him and guide those around him when he arrives. I cannot describe the joy and comfort that that thought has given me over the past few days. I know there will be good doctors and nurses who will care for my baby when I can't be there, but I honestly felt so relieved to know that those who I love and trust will be there to guard him and inspire those who are working on him when I can't be. In the quiet moments, I feel myself protected and loved by these same angels.

I am learning to trust in the atonement. I think that was the aspect that was missing in my relationship before. I feel like I have a working understanding of our redemption from sin, but it's been the healing from heartache portion that I really have had to study. I think I often would "cast my burdens on the Lord" during sincere prayer, and then at the end of the prayer just pick them all up again and go throughout my day still feeling bogged down. I am learning that if I truly want to feel freedom through the atonement, I have to put it in God's hands and just let it go! Letting go involves accepting that I don't know what I am doing, that I don't know what is best, and that I am okay with not knowing the solution (aside from what is revealed through the holy ghost). Society would tell us that this whole concept is ridiculous and that relinquishing control simply means we are running through life with our eyes closed... but society is also unhappy, unsuccessful, and ignorant of eternity. So I am really fighting my inner "natural man," and choosing to just release it all. I am grateful for the wonderful support our family has been given. It is so great to feel your love, even when it likely feels awkward for you to have to put up with my emotions and constant talking about anything baby/pregnancy related (yes I am aware I do it, no I don't know how to stop it! I pretty much only think about babies!). As always, thank you also for keeping all three of us in your prayers. I know they will heal our child and heal our hearts.