bronx?? really??

Alright, it’s confession time.  I confess to being a little bit of a celebrity news junkie.  Yeah, I know.  But MSN makes it so easy with the little box of the top celebrity stories.  Most recently I have been checking out all of the celeb babies that have been being birthed.  Seems like even if you don’t have a hit song or movie, you can become famous, just procreate. 

This morning the news that Ashlee Simpson had her baby was on the MSN page.  Of course, I clicked on it because I was curious… gender, and most of all, name.  Bronx Mowgli.  I am not kidding.  I mean, Bronx is bad enough.  I understand the need for parents, especially celeb parents, to have an “original” name, but Bronx just sounds like it’s short for some sort of upper respiratory disorder.  And then to add “Mowgli” to it???  The Jungle Book???  They named him after a feral child who talks to animals?  Poor kid. 

Ultimately I know that it’s every parents decision to name their child what they want, and really, it’s none of my business.  But, I still get an opinion!  I have a feeling that if I bring up this unfortunate moniker with my husband the conversation will go like this

Me:  they named their baby Bronx Mowgli

Hubby:  that’s not a name

Me:  it’s his name

Hubby:  doesn’t matter ’cause it’s not a name

So, I guess I’ll end with, all babies are a blessing, regardless of their name!


Okay, so I know this is my second post of the day, but really, the other one was just an update… so…

I have crazy dreams.  And, frequently do not remember them unless someone says something that triggers my overloaded brain.  However, sometimes I do remember them, and I wonder if they are indicative of the future, or are they just a jumble of thoughts that my subconcious creates a weird story line from.  Example:  when I was pregnant with my first child I dreamed that I went into labor, was in the delivery room, and gave birth to … a puppy.  Yes, a puppy.  Now while it was a very cute puppy, it was not the baby girl that I had been imagining.  Of course, when I woke up I started having crazy thoughts about whether or not I was actually having a baby, or was it in fact a puppy turning upside down and all around in there.  After reassuring myself that had the sonogram tech seen a puppy on the screen rather than a baby she would have been morally and ethically obligated to inform me… I was okay.  So, I’m sure that was simply my subconcious putting together random thoughts to create a story.  Thoughts of childbirth fears, going into labor fears, and having a healthy (human) baby fears.

A dream that I had that was not so crazy involved my sister.  I had the most vivid dream that she found out that she was having a baby.  Now, this was strange because at the time she and her husband had two very young foster children, and were not planning on having biological children in the near future.  But, it was sooo real.  Real to the point that I remembered saying in the dream “oh, how fun, our babies will be six months apart!” (I was pregnant with baby no. 2 at the time), and in the dream I walked over to the box of cards I had made to send her one, but I couldn’t choose one because I didn’t know if she was having a boy or a girl. 

I woke up, and called my mom (only ’cause I thought my sis was working that day) to see if she had heard anything about my sister being pregnant.  She said no…  but called me back about 30 minutes later and said “if you ever have a dream about me, call me right away”.  Yeah, my sister heard about my dream, went to get a pee stick test, peed on it, and it was positive.  OH MY GOSH.  You could have knocked me over with a feather (which is saying a lot ’cause I had a lot of pregnancy weight going on at the time). 

So that dream, I believe came from God.  My sister was on some medicines that she should not have been taking had she known she was pregnant… and she had no clue.  Her cycles were so irregular, who knows when she would have found out.  She came off of the medicine… and found out that her due date was… approx. 6 months after mine… just like I had dreamed. 

So, my most recent dream.  I was delivering a baby (no, I’m not PG again), and we had chosen not to find out the gender (which I have thought about doing should we decide in the future to procreate again).  I’m at the end of the delivery time when things get a little icky, and the door is open, and all sorts of people are walking down the hall and peeking in.  Ewww.  So then I ask the intern (it wasn’t a doc from the practice I go to) if I can have a mirror to check out the progress.  (an aside… it sounds gross, but it’s pretty cool… especially if you have an epidural and can’t feel if what you’re doing is working or not)  This intern says, “no, that’s a little tacky” to my request.  Remember, that the door is OPEN and people are PEEKING IN!!!  Tacky?  Whatever.  So, I have the baby and it’s a boy.  And that’s the end of the dream. 

Strange.  I’m hoping this is not one of those “God’s letting me in on a secret” sort of dreams.  If I have another baby now, I will for sure have to go back to my therapist.

things are looking up

I just got an email update about the baby I talked about in my previous post.  She is much more stable now, although not out of the NICU yet.  Apparently what caused her breathing to stop was a dangerous overdoes/combination of medicines.  She was on morphine (I think I mentioned that) for a severe diaper rash caused by her chemo.  Because of the morphine, she was itching badly, so was given a hefty dose of benadryl.  When she wouldn’t calm down for the nurse, she was given a dose of Ativan.  Three and a half hours later she was given a differnt pain killer and more Ativan. She stopped breathing 20 minutes after that.  Her mom expressed in the update that she feels a lot of guilt for not stepping up more and being more active in the choices that were made to give her the drugs.  But, like all of us (at least me)  she probably (and this is my conjecture here…) felt like as the professionals, the doctors and nurses should know best.  I know that I’ve had to pray for serious courage going into pediatrician appointments where I felt like my child needed something different…  I know in my heart that I know my child better than the person who sees them a couple times a year, but still, it’s hard to combat feelings of inadequacy.  Probably even more so when your child’s condition is so far beyond your own understanding like in the case I’ve described.

I will continue to pray for her recovery, and that her second enzyme replacement therapy works…  and that she recovers from this incident without any harmful effects.

sometimes it’s hard to understand

In my life, I have not been immune to personal tragedy.  Somehow through it all I have managed to come through with a positive outlook (although in some cases it took time… a lot of time).  Today I received notice of another person’s personal story, and my heart is breaking for them.

Last spring I was in a Bible study with a lovely lady I will call Mary.  She was one of the older ladies in our small group, and every week she had some bit of wisdom or advice that really blessed my personal walk with God.  During the course of the study she shared with us a prayer request, for her precious granddaughter who was not even one yet.  This sweet baby had been diagnosed with sagittal craniosynostotis right before her first birthday.  She was taken to Children’s Hospital in Chicago to undergo further testing because the drs. thought there might be more, and there was.  She was diagnosed with MPS type I.   This is a rare genetic recessive disorder in which the body cannot break down saccarides.  They build up in all of the bodies cells, and cause serious damage, and usually premature fatality.  For more details on MPS (Hurler Syndrome) see

So, “Mary’s” granddaughter began a long series of treatments in Chicago including enzyme replacement therapy (which did not work the first time around), and chemo. to kill off the cells in her body that would fight the new enzymes.   Although the first treatment did not work, this sweet baby has been progressing fairly well.  Physical therapy, and her mom’s ability to be with her constantly had helped out a lot.  Recently though, she has not been doing so well.  She’s been running a high temperature (not below 104 degrees), has a ferocious diaper rash (causing so much pain that she had to be put on a morphine pump), she had to be given a feeding tube, and as of this morning, she stopped breathing and has been put on a ventilator.

When I read the email concerning this newest update, I just started to cry, like I am now just thinking about it.  I have two children, one of whom is not that much younger that this baby.  Although I do believe firmly in Romans 8:28 that God works all things for the best for those who love him, I was having a difficult time understanding how this chain of events could possibly be for the best, for anyone.  Then, after being quiet before the Lord and listening, I realized, that when He is working things for our best, it is because it is HIS best.  I many not understand everything that goes on in this world, and there may be times when I question God’s motivation for letting certain events happen. But ultimately I know that His BEST will WILL be accomplished. 

Now, does all of this mean that I think that God ALLOWS evil in the world, and that He’s okay with it?  Or does it mean that since God’s got everything under control that I have to role in His plan?  Nope, in both cases.

I believe that God’s heart breaks for the world He sees now.  It wasn’t supposed to be like this in the beginning, but, that’s what sin has done to it.  I do believe that He is able to accomplish His purposes even with sin in the world, it just doesn’t look like what it would have before.  I also believe that he has called us as His created to act in the world to help accomplish His plan.  Does God NEED me to do anything?  Heck no!  He breathed life into Adam, He can take care of things however and whenever He wants to.  But, He chose  to allow me to participate… and how amazing is that!  How do I do that?  By praying, by being still before Him and listening for His voice, by acting according to His will. 

So, where does that leave me with this heartbreaking story about an innocent child?  It leaves me on my knees.  I hope, and I pray that healing will come to her.  But I know that if earthly healing is not for her, eternal healing is, and I will look forward to meeting her when I receive my inheritance as well.

who knew poop was so exciting?

We have recently been trying to potty train our almost 2 and a half year old daughter.  It definitely ebbs and flows, some weeks are good, others she claims “it’s not working”.  She has been pretty good about making poop in the potty, but the peepee thing, it’s a work in process. 

With the poop, well, she tends to hold on to things for a couple of days, and then have a big traumatic experience in which her “bottom is hurting” and we have to rush to the toilet and “squeeze it out”  while she is crying.  Very sad thing to observe.  Yesterday was just such a day, and so I was not expecting to have another poop experience for another couple of days.  Needless to say, I was very surprised to hear her calling out today “I gotta squeeze it out, I gotta squeeze it out”!!!  I ran to find her, and she had already hopped the gate to the bathroom (which I had to put up yesterday because our 1 year old figured out how to flush the toilet) and was standing in the dark bathroom with her pull-up down, clutching her hiney.  I sat her on the toilet, but it was too late, her little hand came around… she had made her poop in her hand.  So there she is, clutching her little log, and I am totally grossed out.    We washed, take that back, we scrubbed her hands, and mine too, and went about our morning.

I took my shower, dried my hair, and then, came out to find her leaning over the ottoman saying “oh man, oh man”  I asked what was wrong, and she said, “I gotta squeeze again!”.  So, we went back to the toilet, where she proceeded to push out an adult sized poop. 

After yesterday’s and today’s poops, I’m seriously wondering if she had ANY room left in her colon… was it totally full all the way up to her stomach???  Is that possible???

Ah, the excitement of poop… who would have thunk it?

The Initial Post

Warning:  the following is EXTREMELY random… no thought went into the layout or editing…

Ha, I don’t have any aspirations of this newest idea of mine lasting for very long, ’cause, I do have a pretty hard time sticking to something like this.  Hopefully, it will serve to meet my current need to clear my head, and who knows, maybe even last a while. 

This is not the first blog I’ve attempted.  My first was to focus on my 2 beautiful children.  And, it had a nice little run.  But I have other things I do to track their progress and quirks, and I like doing those things more.  Scrapbooking is my favorite, but it’s been a while since I’ve done that too. 

So, why try again.  Well, I guess I have to do a little background thinking first. 

I was brought up in a Christian home.  My parents both became believers later in life, but I made the decision to accept Christ as my Savior when I was seven.  Of course, at that age, I didn’t really understand what it meant to fully “die to self”, but I do believe that God has protected me in my life from circumstances because of that early decision.  I grew up (aged, anyways) and was in a youth group at my church that focused on beliving because it was the logical choice.  And, that’s true.  There was a huge emphasis on study, and knowledge, and being “intellectually Christian”.   And, I bought into the whole thing… to the point that the knowledge about Jesus became more important that a relationship with Jesus.  Then, my dad retired from the military, and our whole family picked up and moved the summer before my senior year of high school.  Thus began the “dark year”.  It was awful.  I lost a lot of weight because I’m now convinced I was depressed.  And, to make things worse, I felt like my depression was my fault because I wasn’t leaning on God enough.  How could I?  I didn’t have a relationship with Him.  I mean, I acknowledged that He was my Savior, but I didn’t actually “practice” leaning on Him during the tough times, or the good times either.  The dark year ended only because I graduated and went to college.

The College Years:

They were great!  It was the first time I had been at the same school for 4 years in a row (remember… military family).  I joined organizations, made friends, loved my classes (most of them), and graduated with honors.  Along the way I continued to grow in my Christian walk a little at a time.  There were definite times when I was walking closer to God then others, but looking back I wonder if they were just in effort to change things myself, or to make changes based on what other people said or suggested.

So, graduation, marriage, and a move halfway across the country all happened within a 2 month period.  Crazy, but incredibly fun.  My husband (who is an amazing Christian man) and I joined a little start-up church that didn’t even have it’s own building yet.  I think I was partly attracted to it because of that.  I’d always been at the “First Baptist” type of church, the type that was big on appearances, not so big on fostering personal growth. **this is not meant to be a stereotype, just a comment made for lack of a better term**  This church was small, and I knew everyone, but as time passed the church grew smaller and smaller until it was no longer in existence. 

At this point, we visited other churches.  But, I was veeery pregnant at the time with our first child, and honestly, visiting other places just made the hormones rage.  I didn’t want to visit other places, so we ended up taking a break from church attendance for about 2 months.  After our daughter was born we started visiting again, and I strongly felt God calling us to be at the church we are currently at.  It was strange, because it’s another start up, that actually started after the one we had been in did, but this one was growing, and quickly.  I was curious about it, and why I felt the Holy Spirit moving when I was there. 

I think that’s going to be it for now.  There are many, many things that I would like to write about, but I also need to not neglect my children.  So, that’s all for now.