Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
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I'm such a bad Mommy, I never posted the pictures from Tommy's 2nd birthday party on March 8th, but with everything that's happened since the 11th I hope you'll forgive me!
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Mommy to Tommy 2 yrs 3/2006 + William and Micah 3/2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
Me at the top,William, Tommy and Micah.
Our first full day was wonderful, and just a taste of what it's like to have 3 boys. We spent most of the day at home, and I finally got a shower around 3pm when my mom stopped by.
William and Micah were both up to feed at 5am. I fed them and just as I was about to drift off to sleep again, Tommy wakes up at 7am. So he gets up and we lay on the couch together snuggling and he watches tv from my arms so I can catch a few more z's, but with the assurance he won't "hold the baby" while I sleep. Then it was 9am and Tommy had some chicken while I fed the boys again. The boys slept in the bassinet together while I tried to get tommy in for a shower, when I realized the Home heath nurse had just pulled up out front to check on William. (We have a home health nurse checking on him 3 times a week for 6 weeks or what of that insurance will give us.) So much for our shower, Tommy starts crying while she's here and gets sent to his room for the 5th time out (at least), and passes out on the floor infront of the door before I have a chance to get him again. I meet with the nurse, and she checks out William, he's great, and 7# 5oz in a diaper, (she also weighs Micah and he's 11# 12oz also in a diaper). We fill out paperwork and after she leaves I eat lunch and attempt to take a nap after feeding the boys at 1pm, and just as I'm about to drift off my phone rings, my mom wants to see the boys, so she stops by and visits and takes a few pictures for us, Tommy wakes up from his nap (dry I might add). Good boy Tommy, I shower, and we head out the door to the park. (about 3 hours after I wanted to leave.) Oh and as I'm putting the boys in a wrap to carry them out to the car One of them poops so I have to stop and check diapers again and change the 30th diaper of the day. Finally we can go, my mom helps me load everyone up, and we go to the park. At the park I realize I've got cold milk, and no way to warm it. We end up using body heat to warm the milk. (DID I MENTION I HATE BOTTLES) At the park Tommy runs around everywhere and has a GREAT time! As were getting ready to leave both boys want to eat, so I feed William the bottle that was warmed with body heat, and then after he's mostly done I feed Micah, then we pack up to go, after 3 more diaper changes at the park.
We get home from the park, and all 3 babies decide they are starving (again for the little boys), and for the first time for the 2 year old, the neighbor lady comes by to see William, and cuts up Tommy's chicken (From the wonderful meal brought to us by a friend from MOMS Club) for him while she's there, and while I'm giving William a bottle and nursing Micah. Then Rob gets home and we play swap the baby while he holds one I try to get the other one happy that's not happy at the time, because you know it's evening grumpy time for them. Then Rob heads to bed I finish comforting the boys and put them in bed, straighten the house, post to my blog and head to bed right about time for another bottle.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Mother of a "Special" Child
I'd like to be a mom someday
While playing with my baby doll,
I thought that job's not hard at all
I'd have a baby, maybe two,
a girl in pink...a boy in blue
Well I grew up and sure enough,
I'm now a mom and gosh it's tough
The baby that was sent to me,
was born with disabilities
At first I'm frightened through and through,
there's much to learn to care for you
This wasn't in my plans at all,
when I was young and played with dolls
Your mind and body were so weak,
you might not ever walk or speak
So much special care required,
I'm often scared and often tired
As months and years go slowly by,
I smile a lot but sometimes cry
To watch you grow and not complain,
though you endure your share of pain
Oh, how I'd hold you and I'd pray,
that you'd be healed and whole someday
But I knew that was not to be,
not physically or mentally
And so I taught you best I could,
your progress wasn't very good
But then one day I realized,
as I gazed into your loving eyes
That I had learned so much from you,
A love so unconditional,
it floods my soul and always will
I'm proud to say I gave you birth,
for you're an angel here on earth.
God Choose a mother for a "Special" child
This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?
Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth; son. Patron saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
"Forrest, Marjotie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."
"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."
Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."
The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."
"But she has patience?" asked the angel.
"I don't want her to have to much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it."
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make her live in her world and that's not going to be easy."
"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps - "selfishness? is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'. She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle, and will know it!"
"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice....and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side".
And what about her Patron saint? asked the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.
God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."