Family Night/Day #11

Well, for this family time, I decided to incorporate a little love, and yes I do know it’s not Valentine’s Day yet; but love can be celebrated year round, right? The inspiration for this family time was from a package I received last week from a very dear friend of mine; Sara. She sent a whole box of fun things, some of which included heart shaped cookie cutters and all the fixins to make sugar cookies.

dscn0432I decided to make double use of the cookie cutters and we ate heart shaped pancakes; as you can see from the picture, Kenedee was really focused on getting those shapes just right.

dscn0435We all ate on pink plates. During our meal, we each went around and said why we loved each other; it took Kenedee a while to try and think of why she loved us; she had many reasons for why she loved Riley though (our dog).

dscn0448Later in the evening, we made our heart shaped cookies. Kenedee loved the fact that she was able to decorate the cookies all on her own. 

dscn0451These were the final sweet masterpieces.

We had a LOVEly time together; I cherish every moment I have with my family.


Loads of Fun at BounceU

On Thursday, I was ready to get out of the house, we decided to take Kenedee somewhere and have some fun. It was good for us to get our minds off of the loss of the baby. We decided to take her to Bounce U, if you have one in your area, you should check it out. It’s a play place with all sorts of inflatables, and the price if reasonable. I decided to take it easy and just watch, but Kyle was all into it with her.

dscn0400Getting ready to brave the big slide.

dscn04071I love the expression on her face in this one.

dscn0411Pure Daddy Love right there.

dscn0420I managed to steal her away for a second for a quick picture.


Where do I even begin…

This past week has probably been one of the most devastating of my life.  It all started on Sunday when I noticed a streak of blood, I was hoping maybe it was nothing until my OB’s exchange told me I needed to go straight to the ER. Kyle wasn’t home, he was in a board meeting, with panic in my voice and tears being shed, I told him we had to go to the hospital. Poor Kenedee just kept asking what was wrong with me and saying she was worried about me, It  was at that point I realized I probably needed to calm down a little, bless her heart. Thankfully, one of our students was able to be with her while we went to the ER.

They did an ultrasound and found that the baby’s heart rate was only 80 bpm, and not very strong; the baby was also measuring at 9 weeks, which is about 2 weeks behind what it should have been. The OB resident just came out and said, “I’m not going to beat around the bush, you have what is called a threatened miscarriage.”  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, with tears rolling down my face I asked if she could explain a little more. She basically said this probably wouldn’t be a viable pregnancy and that I would miscarry. She kept reminding me over and over that it was nothing I had done, that these things just happen. We were instructed to follow up with my OB the next day.

So, Monday comes and we go and see the nurse practitioner, I told her everything they said in the ER, and she had pretty much agreed that I would most likely miscarry, I was devastated. She basically left the room giving Kyle and I time to discuss how we wanted to handle things; if I wanted to pass the baby on my own, be given a medication to help (which was completely not an option; considering we didn’t know what the heart rate was at this point, because they hadn’t done another ultrasound); or to have a D&C. I didn’t even know what to say, when she came back into the room, however she had a plan. She said that when she did my pelvic exam, my cervix was still closed, there wasn’t any fetal tissue, and only a streak of blood, and I hadn’t been spotting. So, she said to go home and be on bedrest for the evening and return the following day for another ultrasound and some repeat labs. She had also called me when I got home and wanted to start me on Progesterone which is a hormone to help with the pregnancy. So, this gave us a glimpse of hope. It was still hard not knowing what was going to happen.

So, Tuesday came, we went in for labs and ultrasound.  With Kyle by my side, the tech started performing the ultrasound, what seemed to be forever without one word, she finally spoke the words I dreaded hearing; “Just so you know, I don’t see a heartbeat, I’m sorry.” Not quite the answer we were hoping for. So, the  nurse practitioner came in an spoke with us and said our best option would be a D&C, which I ended up having Wednesday morning.

Physically, I am doing well, just some mild cramping. Emotionally, it’s rough. There have been many tears shed, I am continuing to find my strength in the Lord. I don’t blame him for why this happened. I have faith that Kyle and I will be able to conceive again and have a healthy pregnancy, unfortunately these things just happen. I definitely didn’t think it would happen to me at 11 weeks, but it did. We have been so blessed with such loving and supporting friends and family through all of this and I am so thankful for that. We are hanging on.

This is the verse I’ve been hanging on to:  “Find rest o my soul; in God alone. My hope comes from him.” – Psalm 62:5

First Day of Preschool

dscn0391Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve had a chance to blog. After being out of town visiting the in-laws in Oklahoma for almost a week, things have been pretty busy since arriving home on Tuesday. Kenedee started preschool on Thursday, just another reminder to me of how much of a young lady she is becoming. Unfortunately, I had to work on her first day, which was hard for me, so Kyle took her. She did awesome, I think the only tears shed were on his end. She loved it! She is only going twice a week for about 4 hours, I think it will be good for her. She’s been talking about “going to school” for several months now, so this was very exciting for her. We’ll see how I do the first time that I have to take her.

Did she really just say that? (#2)

Kenedee is so excited about being a big sister and I think she is going to make a great one.  There is one discussion that has quite an opinion on and that is whether she wants to have a baby sister or brother. She is really hopeful for a baby sister, she wont’ even consider the fact that it may be a brother. So, tonight out of nowhere, she answered the question of, “Well, Kenedee what if it is a boy and you have a baby brother?” Her response was, “I’ll give it back to Jesus and ask if  I can have a girl.” Where does she come up with these things I don’t know. It was sweet to know that she knows Jesus has a part in making the baby, but I’m a little concerned about what her response will be if it really turns out to be a boy, I guess only time will tell.