With only a few days left before Christmas, our house has been anything but quiet. Gina and I have both been sick so Tony has been doing much of the shopping. Trying to get baking, cleaning, shopping and wrapping done while sick...not that easy. The other day as I was laying on the couch pretty much suffering from a horrible sinus infection, Kenny wanted his shoes on. He was in my feverish face signing "shoes"...nonstop. When that didn't work, he went and grabbed his shoes and threw them at. I told him that he didn't need to wear them and I wasn't going to put them on him and put the shoes on the floor. The next thing I know, my little man, the one that doctors told us may never walk, is putting them on himself! THATS MY BOY!! I am so very proud of how far he's come and what he is doing for himself these days! Three years ago he surprised us with walking...now he's putting his own shoes on! God really has blessed us!
Well, I finally did it....a little late...but none-the-less, I ordered our family Christmas cards. I always have used Shutterfly so I am just sending a little shout out to Shutterfly for a great selection (as always) and also for Pampers Gifts to Grow...yes, I still have a trillion points from when the kids were younger and it just so happened that I used a little of the points to order the cards...YAY ME!
As with the prior years, I was starting to have a hard time fitting everyone in the picture...in our small living room (by the tree), so I opted for a different venue this year...outside at a town square that was decorated very cute! Now, as you can see, there was a little interesting change to the pictures this year...I now have full blown teenagers (dun...dun...dun...) so a certain someone wasn't too thrilled to pose this year. Ya know what I have to say about that? Pthhhhhh! tee hee.
Cupcakes delivered for a thanksgiving order (with extras going to different clinics/areas of MetroHealth, for my thanks to them for caring for Kenny),
bread cut for stuffing, 8lbs of brussel sprouts cut and ready to be cooked...chocolate and pumpkin pies are next. I give thanks to God for giving me this wonderful...but extremely trying life. My friends and family that I don't always get to talk to or visit (thanks to this trying life)..you all have been...are...and will always hold a special place in my heart for one reason or another. And all that I have. It may not be much, but I feel blessed none-the-less. So to all my friends, God bless you all on this very busy and happy Thanksgiving Eve.
A meeting was held quite far from Earth
"It's time again for another Birth"
Said the Angels to the Lord above
This special child will need much love
His progress may seem very slow
Accomplishments he may not show
And he'll require extra care
From folks he meets, way down there
He may not run, laugh, or play
His thoughts may seem quite far away
In many ways he won't adapt
And he'll be known as handicapped
So let's be careful where he's sent
We want his life to be content;
Please Lord find the Parents who
Will do a special job for you
They will not realize right away
The leading role they're asked to play
So with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love
And soon they'll know the privilege given
In caring for this gift from Heaven
This special child so meek and mild
Is "Heaven's Very Special Child".
November 17, I will be wearing purple in honor of my children...of whom all were born early between 34-36 weeks...and my twins who were born at 23 weeks gestation. I miss my Nicholas with every breath I take...but am so grateful to God and Nick for watching over Kenny whom I am sure has his twin as his guardian angel. This picture was taken the first time I held Kenny...over a month after their births. I was so scared to hold him for fear that he too would get sick and die. He looked right at me (I was a crying mess) as if to tell me that everything would be alright.
Even after long days like today...doctor, specialists and therapies...colds, medicines and feeds...I feel truly blessed. Yes, I get frustrated, scared, lonely and sad at times but I know I can handle it. Gods got my back on this!
Figured I better write this dream out...we've all had one. The kind of dream that wake you up from a deep sleep and sticks with you for hours throughout the day. Yep...
I'm driving our van with my oldest daughter, Taylor in the second row of seats. It must have be winter but there was no snow on the ground. The streets were slightly slick with some black ice in some areas. Well, I came to an intersection and stopped at the red light. When the light turned green, I hit the gas but the van wouldn't go. The tires started spinning on the ice. I tried and tried to make it move forward, but it wouldn't budge. Finally after a few minutes the tires grabbed the street and we started moving. As we were driving, I had to get around this older, grey haired gentleman in a small compact car which matched his hair color. So I sped up and all of a sudden, I lost control of the van. We started to spin. I tried to regain control, but the van wouldn't stop spinning. All of a sudden, I got sucked out of the window. Somehow I managed to still hold on to the steering wheel for dear life. I was screaming to Taylor to please make sure she has her seatbelt tight and to brace herself for the crash. I was scared to death because I knew I was a goner, but I didn't want to leave my kids. I was loosing my grip as the van was really spinning. We just missed hitting the guy in the little car and the velocity of the spin was winning the battle of me holding on. I kept thinking of Taylor in the van alone. Thinking about if she was going to get hurt when the stopped spinning and crashed into something. Thinking about what Taylor was going to witness when I go flying out the car. I didn't want her to be sad, scared or anything bad. I just couldn't hold on any longer. I was slipping, crying and kept telling Taylor that I loved her...then I lost my grip. I felt myself being sucked out of the van and thought "so this what it feels like when there is a car accident and you hear that someone is "thrown from a vehicle"...and now I'm one of those people.
I woke up before hitting the ground.
Yeah...scary and extremely disturbing.
So all you dream interpreters...let's hear it. I pretty much know what this dream is about...and it's pretty freaky how ones mind can take what your feelings...emotions and actions and turn them into such realistic and quite haunting dreams.
Those of you who have experienced a death of a loved one can relate to this chart I posted. From my own personal experience, grief comes in waves. I want to compare it to the ocean when the tide rolls in and out to sea. Some days its deep with no place to look at the beauty of it all, while other times there is so much to take in. To walk clear and free from the currents that can pull you under. Where you see all the beauty the ocean has and how small and relaxed one becomes. I've been at the lowest, sucked in and lost out at sea. Not relating to others, feeling lost and angry and just sad. I went through every emotion imaginable...sad, angry, scared, sick (like...literally sick), desolate, tired, guilty...you name it, I've felt it. Its no wonder that I lost many friends along the way because of my grief. Some people can't and won't be subjected to such sadness...sometimes it can be pretty pathetic. Many people don't know what to say, so the best thing they feel to do...the only thing some people know how to do, is back away. It's a very lonely place of losing a child. What does one say to a mom who is mourning? There is only so many "I'm sorrys" one can say without sounding generic. When a mom is in the throws of grief, only they can come to terms with it. It takes time, patience, understanding and love. We love to talk about or have someone mention our babies that have gone before us. It solidifies that our child will never be forgotten. Now, I think, after 5 years and dealing with PTSD...and the grey hairs that have magically appeared on my head...thank you stress haahaa...I'm finally coming out of it and it feels like a breath of fresh air. It took five years to get to the point where I am at now. Missing my baby boy still very much to this day. Wondering what he would look like, his interests at age 5. If he would be like Kenny. Just missing what he could have been. All the milestones we never got a chance to experience...I can honestly say, yes I have my bad days...days of crying for him, but I have more good days now. I can talk about him, go to his grave without crying (most of the time) and look at pictures again (ok..those are a little tough on me)...but I feel like the fog is clearing and I am living again. Who knows, I may fall back down to a low because that's how grief works, but I now know that things will get better. A piece of my heart will always be missing, but I know Nicholas wouldn't want me to be sad for too long. Today...I am ok...I.am.ok.
Kenny has adopted a baby. He was carrying around his older sisters American Girl doll (or rather, Generation Doll) and while at a school function, a very sweet schoolmate of my girls offered her American Girl twins (a boy and a girl). She gave them to him last week and he hasn't parted with this little guy since. I even added a G-tube to him and made a backpack to "hold his feeding tube stuff...like Kenny has. He takes him everywhere...doctor appointments, to school, the store, to bed...he holds him, feeds him, gets a diaper changed when he gets his changed...and when he gets his feeds, meds and breathing treatments, the baby also gets them. I never thought my little guy would be able to relate to a doll or even know what to do with one. The way he looks at this doll is total love. He loves being a "daddy" to a little baby boy with the same issues as him! He has hit that next level of developmental play and I love it. I am going to be getting/making hearing aids for him next! I am in awe of how far Kenny has come from that one and a half pound, half baked little guy that beat the odds!
I am the mother of a premature baby. I did not drink, I did not smoke, I did not do drugs, I took my vitamins and went to all my doctors appts. I did everything right and still had my twin boys at 23 weeks. Premature birth can happen to anyone at any time in their life. It can happen to you, your child, your grandchild, your best friend. It does not discriminate in who it chooses or why.
When you are the parent of a premature baby your whole world will stop. You will be told your baby won’t survive and if it does it will have lifelong health issues. You will be told it may never sit up, crawl, walk, see or hear. You will cry yourself to sleep at night and pray your baby lives another day. You will ask God to take you instead of your tiny child. You will fall to your knees every time your tiny baby stops breathing. You will stop sleeping and every time your phone rings your heart will drop to the floor because you fear the worse.
If your blessed enough to make it home with your baby, you will know way to many medical terms that no parent should ever have to know, you will know how to work an apnea machine, give infant CPR, you will learn sleeping doesn't exist because alarms go off all night long. You will be overprotective and overcautious because you know how close you had come so many times to losing your baby.
Having Kenny and Nick 17 weeks early has changed me as a person and Mother. I will never take the health of my children for granted again. Please remember all of the babies who didn't make it and all of the ones who have fought so hard to survive.
NOVEMBER 17th is National Prematurity Awareness day. Please wear purple to bring awareness to this issue so someone you love doesn't go home from the hospital empty handed.
It all started when I woke up to a cold house...and since we were just without power for 5 days, cold isn't one thing I like too much anymore. I tried adjusting the new thermostat...nothing. I went down the basement to check the furnace...nothing. It wasn't working! So at 6:30am, I was calling the 24 hour hotline explaining the conditions of our chilly home. Guaranteed to get someone out to look at the problem.
Got the girls off to school came home and picked my hubby, Kenny and Gina up and went to vote. After that, we wert tothe grocery store to stock up on 10 for $10 products and oh...we scored big with canned veggies 20 for $10. Came home to drop off a very busy hubby. We then went to Kennys doctor appt...
For weeks we have been noticing how yellowish-orange kenny's skin has been turning. I just though that because he's been eating so much baby food that has carrots in it, that it would clearly be the reasoning behind his Oopah Loompah coloring. But being kenny and a Tomecko, our luck isn't the best...now were not too sure.
As I had him at his comprehensive care appointment today, they were checking him over, they (his nurse practitioner and his nutritionist) did not like the fact that he was so yellow, lost some weight and has been having diarrhea. They were talking about his liver, absorption of something and vitamin A...something or other. Yeah, everything just started to sound like blah,blah,blah..ugh. She also wants to keep an eye on his one...uh...how shall I put this...testicle. It keeps slipping up and not descending like it should. Now...being a mom and female, I honestly didn't know those things move up and down...ewps. So now we have a bunch if new worries for me to deal with. What else is new. I am hoping that the weight loss is from the lack of pump feeds due to our power being out for 5 days...yes, five days of a dark cold house with nowhere to go or nothing to do...it really puts into perspective how much we rely on technology...for everything! Thanks to some good friends, we had nice hot dinners and even a good nights sleep in a warm house after 3 nights of sleeping in an icebox we call home. You had to have seen all of us...walking around the house with flashlights and bundled up in layers which included gloves and hats...hey, it sort of worked. So yeah, hoping and praying it's nothing more than just cutting out dome of the stage three foods. I being honest and saying I'm quite scared.
While I was on my way home from the appointment and racing to the girls school to pick them up, my husband calls to tell me not to get upset...i freaked out and asked him why and he went in to tell me that the neighbor that I so graciously like (not), the one that asked if he could cut the branch that was hanging over his house...which, by the way, was about 5 ft. Long and 2" in diameter. We told him to go ahead to only take the part that was hanging over his house off because it was a huge branch that was a major branch to the tree...our tree. Well, the neighbor ended up cutting the whole huge branch off...in one large whack. And would you know that not only did he cut way too much of it off, it also hit my house! Not the end part of the branch...noooooo...that would have been much too easy on this day from he**. It was the wide part of the branch...which was at least 12" in diameter and 20 ft. long! Took out our siding, window frame, shutter, decorative retaining bricks and my outdoor electrical outlet which was part of my house! The hole that the limb made in my house was so deep into the wall that it broke and pushed the inside wall apart! I am just thankful that we weren't home and in the house when it happened and that no one got hurt. My first reaction is anger...and yes, I did kinda get mad at the idiot of a neighbor, but then I thought that it was just an accident, it could have happened to anyone...well, anyone that tried cutting down a huge main branch without any prior tree cutting experience. So now it's all in the insurance company's hands. We had damage from the superstorm and now we have even more damage from my neighbor.
So as you see...today had been extremely stressful. I can lay here and dwell on the negative or I can take my Nyquil and pray that whoever gets voted into office that they take great care of our wonderful country and the people in it. I have so many friends and family that need prayers because of illness, a death or other issues, that this stuff is just that...stuff. Things that will eventually get fixed. As for Kenny, he has proven himself over and over...just keep him in your prayers.
World Prematurity Day falls on Nov 17, and this is an opportune time to heighten awareness of the dangers associated with preterm birth.
PREMATURE infants, also known as preemies, come into this world earlier than full-term infants.
A normal pregnancy lasts for approximately 40 weeks. Preterm birth is the birth of a baby occurring before 37 completed weeks (less than 259 days) of pregnancy.
They look different from full-term babies, and find simple things like feeding and breathing difficult.
There has been significant progress in the care of premature infants, but not in reducing the prevalence of preterm birth.
Preterm birth is among the top causes of infant deaths worldwide. Every year, about 15 million babies are born prematurely – more than one in 10 of all babies born around the world.
Newborn deaths – those in the first month of life – account for 40% of all deaths among children under five years of age.
Prematurity is the world’s single biggest cause of newborn death, and the second leading cause of all child deaths, after pneumonia.
Many of the preterm babies who survive face a lifetime of disability.
Preterm babies have a higher risk of complications that could lead to death within the first year of life. Their lungs and digestive systems are often not fully developed, and they face a higher risk of brain damage.
These premature babies have not had time to grow and thus they have a low birth weight (birth weight below 5lb 8oz [2.5kg] is defined as low birth weight [LBW]; weight below 3lb 5oz [1.5kg] is very low birth weight; and weight below 2lb 3oz [1kg] is extremely low birth weight.
A common cause for infant mortality due to LBW is Respiratory Distress Syndrome (RDS), which may involve atelectasis (collapsed lung or lungs), hypoxaemia (low oxygen absorption), and high carbon dioxide levels.
Approximately 50% of the neonates born at 26-28 weeks’ gestation develop RDS, whereas less than 30% of premature neonates born at 30-31 weeks’ gestation develop the condition.
In RDS, the infant’s immature lungs do not produce enough of an important substance called surfactant.
Surfactant allows the inner surface of the lungs to expand properly when the infant makes the change from the womb to breathing air after birth.
The lungs start to make surfactant only later in the pregnancy, thus, preemies are not able to keep their alveoli open as well as full-term babies. They have to work very hard to fill their alveoli when they breathe, and do not get enough oxygen to their bodies.
Fortunately, RDS is treatable, and many infants do quite well.
Symptoms of RDS include:
*Bluish colour of the skin and mucous membranes
*Brief stop in breathing
*Shortness of breath and grunting sounds while breathing
*Unusual breathing movement – drawing back of the chest muscles with breathing
Investigations for RDS include a blood gas analysis (which will show low oxygen and excess acid in the body fluids).
A chest X-ray will show a characteristic “ground glass” appearance in the lungs, which often develops six to 12 hours after birth.
Treatment for RDS includes respiratory support and early administration of artificial surfactant.
Babies with moderate to severe RDS may need help breathing or oxygenating their blood.
Respiratory support often comes in the form of a nasal cannula, continuous positive airway pressure (CPAP) or mechanical ventilation.
Babies with severe RDS can be given surfactant directly into their lungs, to help the lungs stay inflated while they mature.
Can RDS be prevented?
If premature delivery is unavoidable, then steroids given to the mother before delivery can help a baby’s lungs produce surfactant. Steroids work best when they are given between 24 hours and seven days before birth.
RDS usually develops shortly after birth while the baby is still in the hospital. If you have given birth at home or outside a medical centre, seek emergency attention if your baby develops any breathing difficulty.
Other complications of premature birth include:
*Heart problems – The most common heart problems premature babies experience are patent ductus arteriosus (PDA) and low blood pressure (hypotension).
*Brain problems – Risk of bleeding in the brain.
*Temperature control problems – Premature babies can lose body heat rapidly as they don’t have the stored body fat of a full-term infant, and they can’t generate enough heat to counteract what’s lost through the surface of their bodies.
*Gastrointestinal problems – Preemies are likely to have immature gastrointestinal systems.
*Blood problems – These include anaemia (body doesn’t make enough red blood cells) and infant jaundice (baby’s blood contains an excess of a yellow-coloured pigment of red blood cells called bilirubin).
*Metabolism problems – Abnormally low levels of blood sugar (hypoglycaemia).
*Immune system problems – An underdeveloped immune system, common in premature babies, can lead to infection.
Cerebral palsy is a disorder of movement, muscle tone or posture that is caused by injury to a preemie’s developing brain, either during pregnancy or while the baby is still young and immature.
Premature babies are also more likely to lag behind their full-term counterparts on various developmental milestones, due to impaired cognitive skills.
They can also suffer from vision, hearing and dental problems, as well as behavioural and psychological problems, and chronic health issues.
Another cause of concern for premature babies is Respiratory Syncytial Viral infection (RSV).
It is so common that most children have been infected with the virus by age two.
However, infection with the respiratory syncytial virus can be severe in some cases, especially in premature babies and infants with underlying health conditions.
Although there’s no vaccine for RSV, there is a protective medication, palivizumab, which can help protect children under age two who are at high risk of serious complications when they get the infection, such as those born prematurely, or with congenital heart or lung disease.
When the pregnancy test turns positive, thinking on how to prevent having a premature baby is not at the top of a new mum’s to-do list. However, planning for a healthy pregnancy is an important part of being an expectant mother.
Many causes of pre-term birth are unexplained and unknown. However, there are many risk factors that increase the chances of babies being born early.
The risk factors for premature labour include:
*A previous premature birth
*Pregnancy with twins, triplets or other multiples
*An interval of less than six months between pregnancies
*Conceiving through in vitro fertilisation
*Problems with the uterus, cervix or placenta
*Chronic conditions like high blood pressure and diabetes
*Smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol or using illicit drugs
*Mothers under the age of 18 and over 30 years have a greater risk of going into labour early
*Being underweight or overweight before pregnancy
*Lack of prenatal care
*Some infections, particularly of the amniotic and lower genital tract
*Multiple miscarriages or abortions
*Stressful life events and physical injury
Safe motherhood begins before conception with good nutrition and a healthy lifestyle. With appropriate prenatal care, the ideal result is a full-term pregnancy and the delivery of a healthy baby.
The postpartum period in a positive environment will support the physical and emotional needs of the mother, baby, and family.
The birth of a premature infant is a journey few are aware of unless they are faced with the overwhelming experience. The joy of giving birth is challenged with helplessness, often coupled with fear and guilt.
Researchers are investigating foetal programming – the way maternal stress, nutrition, health, or illness experienced during pregnancy, affects offspring from infancy through childhood and into adulthood.
It is very important to provide pre- and post-natal healthcare, education and nutrition to women who otherwise have little or no access to these types of services, to help them understand pregnancy and infant care.
This Nov 17 marks World Prematurity Day, and it is a great opportunity to connect globally and heighten awareness of this important issue.
Let us ensure that no family endures the traumatic and life-changing experience of having a premature or sick baby, without easy access to critical information and community support to help them through their journey.
As a sign of support, do set your Facebook status to read “I am supporting World Prematurity Day – 15 million babies are born too soon every year” on Nov 17.
With everything that life threw at us these last 6 years (I'm including the time I was pregnant with Kenny and Nick and even before that when I lost a baby) I have finally come to the peaceful place I am at (at this moment anyways) right now...I feel very blessed. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks after dropping Kenny and Gina off at preschool today.
Oh, that's right...I forgot to post that Gina started preschool at the same school as Kenny. She is going as a peer model student. A peer model student is one who has normal development that is in the classroom with kids with delays or special needs. She is there to help the kids learn social skills for kindergarten. Anyhow, she loves it! It was one of the best decisions we've made. Yeah, its crazy for me to make sure all 7 kids up and ready for school every morning, but...hey...I'm one to live for craziness...I had 8 kids!
OK...so, anyhow...back to my revelation...
as I pulled up to the door to drop off Kenny and Gina for school (Gina has been going there for 3 days at this point), the drop off lady (I don't know what they are called) opened our van door and helped Kenny and Gina out of the van...all of a sudden, Kenny grabbed Gina's hand and they walked in to the school together. I asked the lady if she told them to do that and she said no.
OK, so as I am pulling away, I can see the two of them walking through the gym holding hands. It brought a tear...no...I cried like a big baby on the way home. I thanked God that he gave me such miracles...one..for all the kids I have, two...for Kenny because he honestly shouldn't even be here. For all the odds were against him...but he made it. And three...for Gina. God gave us Gina to help Kenny. To be the close sibling that he missed with Nick being in Heaven. Its hard to explain. I feel blessed in so many, many ways. Yes, I went through so much pain and suffering...and I still hurt...a lot, but I feel extremely blessed knowing that Kenny will grow and thrive, that Gina has a special place in her heart for her best friend and buddy, Kenny and I know Nick is looking down and watching over us.
Who would have thought that I would be posting posts of so many milestones in such a short time! I am so blessed with the fact that my 23 weeker, one who was not expected to make it, is doing so much! He took his time...but now he is just blossoming into such a fun and exciting little boy!
He learned something new last night...
the eve of our lighting a candle in memory of his twin brother, Nick whom I seriously feel gave his life to be Kenny's guardian angel...
On top of eating...which he's getting pretty good at, he has been trying to color in coloring books, play with his dolls...he loves his babies. They have to sleep next to him, wake up with him in the morning, and go in the car whenever he goes in the car. I am actually trying to find a boy doll (similar to an American Girl doll) so if anyone knows of such doll...please let me know.
He is learning to feed himself, put his shoes on by himself and drink from a cup. So why should I not be surprised that last night, Kenny learned to do a somersault! He was having more fun with Morgan rolling over and over! It was so nice to see him come out of his shell from only playing with lining his cars and cans up. He is actually in a new developmental stage of play and I am loving every minute of it!
I love the fact that this little boy whom the doctors told me he'd never walk, is doing so much! I prayed for the last 5.5 years that he would be as normal as he could be...and he is really trying! I am so proud of my 1.7 pound miracle!
Fifteen years ago today,
my life was changed in an incredible, amazing way.
I spent 5 weeks in the hospital on bed rest. My water broke at 29 weeks and my doctor was determined to keep you in for as long as possible.
5 weeks of not walking into our home.
5 weeks of not being able to go to work.
5 weeks of not knowing if you were going to be born to early for us to enjoy our first born child, in a way that every first time parent experiences.
I was so happy when I found out I was pregnant for the very first time!
I painted your room with love and care.
I had dreams of what you were going to be...yes, I knew you were going to be a boy, even though we didn't find out on the ultrasound...I just knew.
I had such a connection with you from day one.
When that day came, when my water broke.
I was so scared but honestly didn't have a clue what was happening.
I didn't know too much about pregnancy...you were my first.
When the doctor told me I was on bed rest at the hospital for the remainder of the pregnancy I didn't know what to think.
I followed their instructions. Only to get up to use the bathroom.
Monitored several times a day...everyday
ultrasounds several times a day....everyday, to make sure the fluid around you was sufficient enough to keep you safe.
I remember the one ultrasound that did me in.
I was looking at the screen, and the doctor showed me the one area of fluid
she told me that this is what is keeping you safe. Just that one spot...so small.
Then, when they saw that you weren't growing any more,
they decided that it was time...
time to where you were not safe in my belly anymore
they could take care of you in the NICU
The pain of labor was not what I expected.
it was really hard and very painful, but thanks to modern medicine...I really was OK.
I remember daddy so very excited, telling me that you were a boy.
Then them working on you to get you to breathe a little better.
You were tiny...all 4 pounds 8 ounces of you
but you were here, and you were healthy.
You were perfect!
I remember seeing your little round head
your squinty little eyes
your perfectly arched eyebrows...which you still have.
Your little nose, I knew right away that you had that Kowalczyk nose.
and a leg that bent over your body because that's how you were inside of me.
Happy Birthday Tony
You were born today, 15 years ago
You changed me from just being Michele, to being a mommy.
You showed me what unconditional love was all about.
You make me smile every day with the funny things you say.
When you started talking and naming all the Indians Players names off when you were only 10 months old, I knew you were something really special.
You have grown up to a wonderful 15 year old...minus the talking back
but I hear that is all to common :)
You have made dad and I very proud of you. With all that you have done these last 15 years.
All your firsts.
You are a great kid...you all are great kids.
Your sisters and brother look up to you.
You are a big brother...a big job for a 15 year old.
You lead the way to which your sisters and brother follow...
but I know you can handle it. You are a great kid.
I am so very, very proud of you...my first born son.
Thank you very much for being in my life.
I thank God for you every day.
I pray he watches over you for the rest of your life.
To show you right from wrong
To keep you safe from harm
and to just make you happy with you being you.
So, again...Happy Birthday Tony
We love you with our hearts and soul!
Thank you for making the last 15 years amazing...a little crazy, but amazing!
Please be gentle on us these next 15...we're begging you. tee hee
Today I decided that in between the screams and the tantrums of Kenny, I would sit him and Gina down and have some structured coloring time. Come to find out a few things during this actually very fun and quiet time with my two youngest...1) that I thoroughly enjoy...I mean...really love to color. I think it is right up there with making headpieces, beading jewelry and drawing/painting for me. Its a very relaxing experience (especially when your at your breaking point).
And 2)Kenny is a lefty! Yep, he falls right along side my brother with this one! After all this time of holding a crayons, pencils and pens with his whole fist, he is now developing the right way to hold a writing utensil! I am so proud of such an accomplishment! And it took just 5 short years to learn to do this!!!
Please don't mind the little girl without a shirt on...she was playing "army guy" and chose to not wear one...haahaa!
Gina concentrating on a very colorful and really good (in the lines) coloring job...
OK...so in this one he decided to hold crayons in both hands!
Little things in life are so precious...time of nice and quiet...playing (or coloring) with my kids are so worth it! I am just so excited to share how far Kenny has come...even from just a few months ago!
Who would have thought that our sorrow, our remembrance of our Nick...and well, just the whole pregnancy and infant loss remembrance month sign would bring someone to leave this...
To the person that left this folded up and placed right by our sign about Pregnancy and Infant Loss...
Thank you for taking time to write about your nephew and acknowledging the loss of our baby Nick. I know you are hurting...your whole family must be...from the loss of your nephew. My heart is breaking for you but I also feel the compassion you have. If we can just remember that our families losses are never going to be forgotten, then that makes it just that much easier. Our Nick and all of our babies we lost from miscarriages will always be part of our family and in our hearts until we (hopefully) meet them in Heaven. Always remember those we lost. Always do things to help others and be kind to everyone you come across because you never know the pain in their hearts, the loss in their lives or the battles they are facing or have had to deal with in their lives.
The first mistake is leaving a marker in the junk drawer...you know the drawer...its where everything ends up that doesn't really have a real place to go. Well somehow, said marker ended up there...in the overly crowded little drawer tucked away in at the farthest corner of the kitchen. There, mixed in amongst the screws, pennies and battery chargers, was this dreaded marker that should have been in one of the kids pencil pouches for school...but nooooo...it had to be where it was when my son decided to stop lining up his matchbox cars and take a break from his usual daily routine and see what he could get into while mom went to the bathroom for 52.3 seconds.
As fate would have it, he spotted that beautiful bright red marker and decided to copy what he has seen his sisters do several times during their "lets practice applying makeup" times. Yes, my five and a half year old developmentally delayed, hearing impaired...and chronically ill micro preemie finally figured out how to apply lipstick and eye shadow. I love the fact that he is actually doing things...but I can think of better things to do...lets say...potty trained or speaking words...but hey, its a start!
God help me.
Today, applying marker...tomorrow, many more smiles and laughter!
Finally, a fun filled weekend that kept all of us busy and tired out by Sunday night! Friday night was my son, Tony's homecoming game for his high school. Yeah...we lost, but the stands were filled with a great group of kids and their families rockin out to the marching band (yay...proud band mom moment) and the Dazzlers (marching bands dancers) and the beautiful cheerleaders (yay...proud auntie moment). They started off with the parade to the stadium then went into the game. The whole thing brought back memories of when I was in High School. Yikes, I'm that old!
We made sure we sat away from the band, even though I wanted to sit right by the drum section (again...yay, proud mom moment), I knew it would be a disaster with Kenny. He usually has major meltdown halfway through the game...so we tried something new...sit AWAY from the noise...and guess what? It worked! So anyhow, no...the school didn't win but it was so much fun anyhow. I tried to talk my son into going to the dance on Saturday, but he didn't want to go (until last minute, when he had second thoughts about wanting to go...and by that time, it was too late). Next year, he better get his butt in gear and goooooo!
Onto Saturday Morgan and Sydnie cheered for their schools football team really early in the morning...I stayed home with the little ones because they were still really tired and crabby. I got so much cleaning done...the laundry that was creating a mountain on my living room couch was finally bulldozed and put away and the yard was cleaned up. We had a relaxing evening watching Father Of The Bride (I want that house by the way), and that was that.
Sunday was a very fun. We really don't get out much as a family...doing something really fun. Yeah...we have the girls in cheer leading and Tony in the band, but I mean...other than something pertaining to school. So Tony and I decided that we were going pumpkin picking. Something we used to do when the older kids were smaller, but after Kenny, we just stopped doing everything. We packed up after church and went to McDonald's, got everyone breakfast and off we went! Red Wagon Farms, here we come!
Tons of pumpkins to choose from...
Don't you just love farm markets?!
My love, my partner in crime and I...
The hay maze and play area...very fun...except to a little boy with sensory overload
Haunted Hay Ride!!!!
It was cheesy but very fun!
The group...we had a crabby kid (in purple) pouting...but we still took the pics!
9 people, 4 very large pumpkins, t big hay bales and 3 very large corn stalk groups = a very cramped and funny ride home...
Unloaded and putting together...you should see the hay all over the car...ewps...
My hubby (a.k.a...the best sign guy around) made vinyl numbers to put on the pumpkins...
Finished and it turned out exactly how we wanted it to...
And it at night...now, keep in mind, the two top windows have orange lights in the flower boxes and the two trees on the porch have them too...
In 1988, President Ronald Reagan proclaimed October as Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month throughout the United States noting that, “National Observance of Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month offers us the opportunity to increase our understanding of the great tragedy involved in the deaths of unborn and newborn babies. It also enables us to consider how, as individuals and communities, we can meet the needs of bereaved parents and family members on work to prevent causes of these problems….”
Subsequently, the resolution to declare October 15 Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day passed the United States House of Representatives on September 28, 2006. In honor of Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day, it is suggested by many bereavement groups that grieving parents light a candle at 7 p.m. in their respective time zones to create a wave of light around the world in memory of babies lost to pregnancy and infant loss.
So as a mommy of angels in heaven...both from infancy loss and from multiple miscarriages, I am and will always be a grieving mommy but stronger knowing that I have made it through the saddest, most horrible thing that as a woman...a mother could ever imagine...the loss of her child. I know I have my angels looking down and watching over us...but I really and truly miss my Nick and the pregnancies that I have lost. This is another reason why I loved Ronald Reagan as President! I will be lighting my candle on October 15 in remembrance of my babies...especially my Nicholas...please do the same!
I am a SAHM who has been married to Tony (my soul mate) for over 15 years.
I am a twin and so is my husband. We are both artists, have 6 siblings (just the exact opposite)and now we have 7 beautiful living children and 8 angels (7 from miscarriages and Nick, Kenny's twin, who passed away 2 days after birth from complications to extreme prematurity. All of my children were born @ 34 weeks, except for the twins, they were 23 weekers and my last daughter, who was born at 36 weeks!
My family is my life! I have 6 amazing sisters and 1 brother (who is now taking care of my son Nick and my miscarried babies in heaven for me). Now I know why John died 24 years ago...it was to prepare my family and I for Nick's passing...and to be there for Nick.
I love gardening...every year I go nuts and plant a huge garden. I love jewelry and headpiece designing. My dream is to one day own my own bridal headpiece and custom jewelry boutique!
I love all crafts, painting, drawing, digital scrap booking, photography and...well...I just love to be creative.